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marylsfr · 9 months

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I need to take a break first so I go to a café and got the cookies and cream donut and hot chocolate with whipped cream and little but of cocoa powder

#i luv this snack and drinks fr #taking a break before i will edit #cookies and cream is sooo delicious #hot chocolate is so warm and chocolaty and the whipped cream tasted normal and sweet

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lesbianexorcist · 1 month

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its almost 1 am should i make grilled cheese and finally watch muppet christmas carol yes or yes

#also hot chocolaty milk. :).

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yvesdecamps · 6 months

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Gelatinized Hot Chocolate Homemade hot chocolate gets simmered with marshmallows for an extra thick, hot drink for a cold winter's day.

#recipe #chocolaty #hot chocolate #chocolate chips #drinks

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seleuss · 7 months

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SELEUSS - DUCHESS 50% - HUATE HOT CHOCOLATE MIX

BATCH 1387 [SOY FREE]

The DUCHESS™ SERIES: our line of real hot chocolate mix (technically, its not a mix in the traditional sense, as in cocoa power and sugar), so you can make European style hot chocolates at home, just like at our store. Making real Hot chocolate is very simple, you have to use real chocolate, If cocoa powder is used, then you have to call it, hot cocoa. Here, couverture grade chocolates are grated down into little pieces, so there is more surface area for easier melting into a hot liquid of your choice.

INGREDIENTS: SUGAR, CACAO BUTTER, cacao mass, low-FAT CACAO POWDER, SUNFLOWER LECITHIN, VANILLA. (Traceable & sustainable from the ivory coast)

CONTAINS: This product is processed in a facility that contains milk, eggs, wheat, PISTACHIOS, almonds, peanuts, cashews and other nuts.

Container comes with moisture absorbing packs. Do no throw away, please keep them in the tin can to absorb moisture in between openings. Do not eat and keep away from children!

STORAGE: Please store CHOCOLATE TIN between 54-61°F (~12-16°C), in a dark and dry place, preferably in a wine cooler.

SELEUŠS® chocolates, 1910 1st ave, seattle, wa 98101 (LOCATED ABOVE PIKE PLACE MARKET IN DOWNTOWN SEATTLE, CORNER OF 1ST & STEWART).

WWW.SELEUSS.COM WWW.SELEUSSCHOCOLATES.COM [email protected]

Facebook.com/seleuss seleuss.tumblr.com instagram.com/seleuss @SELEUSS

This can contains 10+ oz of grated couverture grade haute chocolate mix, enough for making around five; 6 oz cups of real hot chocolate, just like at our store. PREPARATION:

1) Scoop 2+ oz (~4 tablespoons) of grated chocolate mix into LARGE coffee cup.

2) Heat 4 to 5 oz of whole milk or milk substitute (coconut milk, oat milk) to ~165°F in either saucepan or milk frother.

3) Slowly pour heated liquid over grated chocolate and electric whisk until the chocolate is melted.

4) Serve at around ~145°F or desired temp. Top with whipped cream or BICERIN Di Giandujotto!

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duchess-haute-chocolate-seleuss · 7 months

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SELEUSS - DUCHESS 50% - HUATE HOT CHOCOLATE MIX

BATCH 1387 [SOY FREE]

The DUCHESS™ SERIES: our line of real hot chocolate mix (technically, its not a mix in the traditional sense, as in cocoa power and sugar), so you can make European style hot chocolates at home, just like at our store. Making real Hot chocolate is very simple, you have to use real chocolate, If cocoa powder is used, then you have to call it, hot cocoa. Here, couverture grade chocolates are grated down into little pieces, so there is more surface area for easier melting into a hot liquid of your choice.

INGREDIENTS: SUGAR, CACAO BUTTER, cacao mass, low-FAT CACAO POWDER, SUNFLOWER LECITHIN, VANILLA. (Traceable & sustainable from the ivory coast)

CONTAINS: This product is processed in a facility that contains milk, eggs, wheat, PISTACHIOS, almonds, peanuts, cashews and other nuts.

Container comes with moisture absorbing packs. Do no throw away, please keep them in the tin can to absorb moisture in between openings. Do not eat and keep away from children!

STORAGE: Please store CHOCOLATE TIN between 54-61°F (~12-16°C), in a dark and dry place, preferably in a wine cooler.

SELEUŠS® chocolates, 1910 1st ave, seattle, wa 98101 (LOCATED ABOVE PIKE PLACE MARKET IN DOWNTOWN SEATTLE, CORNER OF 1ST & STEWART).

WWW.SELEUSS.COM WWW.SELEUSSCHOCOLATES.COM [email protected]

Facebook.com/seleuss seleuss.tumblr.com instagram.com/seleuss @SELEUSS

This can contains 10+ oz of grated couverture grade haute chocolate mix, enough for making around five; 6 oz cups of real hot chocolate, just like at our store. PREPARATION:

1) Scoop 2+ oz (~4 tablespoons) of grated chocolate mix into LARGE coffee cup.

2) Heat 4 to 5 oz of whole milk or milk substitute (coconut milk, oat milk) to ~165°F in either saucepan or milk frother.

3) Slowly pour heated liquid over grated chocolate and electric whisk until the chocolate is melted.

4) Serve at around ~145°F or desired temp. Top with whipped cream or BICERIN Di Giandujotto!

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supportdanneelackles · 1 year

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Brownie - Hot Cocoa Brownies

#These quick and easy hot chocolate brownies taste like warm #comforting bites of hot cocoa: a chocolaty dessert perfect for winter potlucks. dessert #dinner #hot cocoa brownies recipe #cookies #cocoa #hot chocolate brownies #brownies

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gh0stsp1d3r · 4 months

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Willy and y/n just met and they talked about their dreams together like Willy wants to be the best chocolatier while y/n wants to be the best seamstress there ever was and they were each other’s first customers like y/n tried his chocolates and Willy let y/n fix his coat and when she finished Willy accidentally says I love you and y/n said it back and then both realized they said I love you to one another

so sorry this took a little to finish, anon ):

ℬ𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒷ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You had first met him when he came in to your newly opened shop, a rip in his coat had caused him to land at your front door. The place was colorfully decorated, and it was neat.

“Hello! How can I help you?” You said happily, you had just opened up today and he had been your first customer.

“Hi!” He said back, your excitement was radiating off of you practically. He reciprocated it. He walked up to the desk you were behind.

“I just ripped this on my boat, and you were the first seamstress I’ve come across. Could you… by any chance fix it?” He held up his coat in his hands, showing the clean rip. It was small, thankfully.

“Okay. Yeah, easy fix. Should take only a few minutes. If you want you can take a seat, or stand. There’s food and drinks over there.”

“For free?”

You nodded, smiling at the man. He smiled back and quickly walked over to the food and drinks, after not having eaten for hours.

He watched from afar as you sat down in your little room, carefully sewing and mending it. You were engulfed in it, and you were very fast.

Once it was done, it looked just as it did before, as if the tear had never existed.

He smiled as you handed it to him, he put it over his shoulders.

“Thank you…” he said, not finishing his sentence as if waiting for your name.

“Y/n. You are?”

“Willy Wonka.” He held his hand out for you to shake, you shook it, and you didn’t realize the piece of chocolate he had slid into your hand upon doing so.

You smiled and looked at it. “You’re a chocolate maker?”

“Indeed I am.” He said, rummaging through his pockets for his sovereigns.

He found 2, handing both to you.

“Only one is fine-“ you said, but he slid both to you anyways.

He shrugged, “it’s a gift.”

You smiled. “You know, you’re my first customer.”

“Really? Well, you’re the first person I’ve given my chocolate to.”

You looked back down at the chocolate wrapped in gold foil. You smiled as you put it into your mouth, he watched for your reaction. You smiled, it was delicious. Probably one of the best- if not the best- thing you’ve ever had.

“It’s amazing. Way better than anything from the gallery.” You said, shocked at it.

“You think so? That’s exactly where I’m headed.”

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Now days later, you both walked down the streets. You both walked with no worries in the world, not ms Scrubitt, not the police, not the chocolate cartel.

It was cold out, and you held a hot chocolate made specially for you from Willy.

“You know, I think you’re gonna be the best chocolatier ever.” You said once you both sat down.

“Yeah?” He asked with a smile, looking at you.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I think you’re gonna be the most famous seamstress. I can already see your name on billboards.”

You smiled at him, and you rested your head onto his shoulder.

“Mmm. You think I can do it?”

“I know you can.” His fingers traced over the spot on his coat that you once sewed and fixed for him.

You smiled again, getting up and giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

“I love you.” He says quietly when you set your head back on his shoulder.

“I love you.” You shut your eyes, not even realizing what you had said until after.

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firelilyfox · 29 days

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Back To 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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astairo · 9 months

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The Baker and the Chocolatier

Wonka(2023) x Reader

Warnings: fluff, tiny angst

Y/n L/n was one for sweets and pastries. Her beloved goods were too irresistible to a mouth. She would bake day and night, day after day, if she could. She was beloved by many, with hundreds lining up to greet her a good day at the counter as they asked for a good or two.

Therefore, Y/n was happy. Almost.

Despite being the beloved baker, she longed for a different love, a love her lousy husband failed to give. She wanted to feel her heart pound and flutter, to feel the butterflies erupt and conquer her stomach, to feel the adrenaline rush of a hand in hers.

She wanted that love like no other.

It was rare for Y/n to get quiet days. It was so quiet that you could hear the soft breeze through the windows of the empty bakery. Y/n was enjoying the silence when a man in a ridiculous magenta coat and old-looking hat walked through the doors.

“Bonjour!” Y/n smiled at him. “Anything particularly in mind yet, sir?” she spoke as she gestured to the display of European goods. The man smiled and nodded, “A croissant and a hot chocolate, please!” Y/n nodded and got to work. “I haven’t seen you before,” she spoke as she prepared his hot beverage, “You must be new, then.”

The man chuckled in response, “I guess you can say that, but I don’t plan on staying long.” Y/n frowned, “Why not? It’s a lovely town.” It was true; the town had the loveliest people you’d meet.

The man chuckled again, “You see, I’m somewhat of a magician, inventor, and chocolate maker.” he boasted, “Which leads me to believe a person like me belongs within the streets of Gallery Gourmet.”

Y/n chuckled and shook her head, “What big ambitions you have,” she placed his order on the counter, “But it’s not as easy as you think it is, either.” The man quirked a brow at her statement, “You don’t think I can do it?” Y/n quickly responded, “I’m sure you can, just not as easy as you make it seem.” she spoke, taking the cash he had handed her and stuffing it into the register.

The man leaned in, intrigued by her words, “Paint me a picture.” Y/n sighed, looking him dead seriously, “You want to sell chocolate, right?” The man nodded, “In simplest terms, please.”

Y/n chuckled, “You can’t get a shop if you don’t sell chocolate, and you can’t sell chocolate without a shop.” The man frowned, “Then how would I get the shop and sell chocolates?”

Y/n smiled, his change in her hand, “Hard work and dedication; be persistent.” The man nodded in appreciation before smiling, “Keep the change.” She smiled, "Thank you, sir.” He flashed her a grin as he picked up his order and left.

Y/n was sure that that was the last time she'd ever see the man until one night, only a few days later.

Y/n was finishing up behind the counter when the door opened. “We’re closed.” She stopped when she heard the familiar chuckle, looking to see the man again. “I’m not here for your pastries.” he smiled, “I’m here to ask you a question.”

Y/n nodded and leaned onto the counter patiently. The man sighed and looked at her, “I want you to come to Gallery Gourmet with me.” Y/n’s eyes widened at his sudden request. “Gallery Gourmet with you?” she stood perplexed. The man nodded in desperation, “Yes, please.” She chuckled nervously, running a hand through her hair, “I barely know you.”

The man removed his hat, bowing dramatically, “Willy, Willy Wonka.” Y/n giggled and curtsied, “Y/n L/n.” Willy grinned and kissed her hand, “Pleased to meet you, Y/n.” He stood straight and adjusted his coat, “So what do you say? Will you accompany me to Gallery Gourmet?”

Y/n couldn’t shake off the lingering feeling on her hand. The adrenaline pumped through her veins as her heart pounded against her chest, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She blushed for the first time.

“Y/n?” Willy snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her from the daze. He looked at her for her answer. Y/n took a breath.

“I’ll think about it.”

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Part II

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sketches4mysw33theart · 3 months

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Whisky Kisses and Chocolate Dreams

Synopsis: You are trying to enjoy a quiet night to yourself when a certain Mr Willy Wonka stumbles home from a night out ‘testing chocolate ingredients.’

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Google Translated phrases (please let me know if these are wrong!)

(I’m lowkey annoyed that Wonka didn’t speak other languages in the movie, because of course Gene Wilder did and it would make sense for young Wonka to as well considering he’s just come back from his travels, so you better believe I’m sticking it in here)

Beyond the happily ever after, the takedown of the fearsome cartel, the rearrangement of the corrupt police force, the arrest of the despicable wash house owners, Noodle’s family reunion, and the return home of the scrubbers, there was you and Willy. Through everything.

You accidentally stumbled across him on the first day he attempted to sell his chocolate in the Galleries Gourmet and, as his chocolate plan grew, continued to bump into him in the most unexpected of places. From the moment your eyes met, and a sweet smile rose on his face, the smile he glowed with as he watched the chocolate cartel fly away, sent Noodle home to her mother, toured the ruins of the castle that would become his cosmic axis, you and Willy were thick as thieves.

Since then, Willy had been busy building his mini-empire, including his refurbished shop in the Galleries Gourmet (which had quickly become one of the most popular retailers in the city) and the opening of his brand-new factory, but never busy enough to neglect you. Because he took you with him, into his factory, into his living quarters, initially as Chief Operations Officer, regular taste tester, roommate and partner in crime, and eventually into the most freeing relationship you had ever had the pleasure of stumbling into.

Willy’s friends visited, of course, and very often, especially Noodle. However, it was Miss Benz who Willy was out with one night when you were allowing yourself time to relax with a cup of hot chocolate and the latest funny papers.

It was late, but not too late, and you were sat in the armchair in your bedroom. It had been your idea to keep separate bedrooms even after your relationship with the chocolatier had blossomed, tentatively suggested over an early breakfast, but Willy was eager to nod and agree. He worked a very strange schedule, sometimes sleeping in late and others bursting awake at the first sign of dawn, and often not slipping back between the sheets until the world was shadowed in darkness. Despite this, when your schedules matched up, neither would oppose the other sneaking into their room at night.

In your room that night, the fire was roaring in the hearth, battling the oncoming autumn chill, and you were enjoying the stillness of the end of a busy day. Willy had gone out early afternoon, and you glanced towards the clock languidly, not particularly worried. Willy may have been prone to getting himself into tight spots, but you had no doubt that Miss Benz would stand for none of it.

Still, you did wonder where they may be. It wasn’t unusual for Willy to disappear for hours and then show back up as though it had only been a few minutes, babbling about a new idea or the source of a new inspiration. But these were usually solitary adventures – he enjoyed devoting all his time to his friends when they were in town.

Before your twinge of worry could teeter and threaten to overspill into a pool of anxiety, you heard the distinct sound of the front door clicking shut below. He was always extra quiet when coming home after dark. He never wanted to wake you.

Not that this seemed particularly important to him on this night. Because, not ten seconds after the front door shut, there was a mighty bang like metal hitting wood, some unintelligible mumbled words, heavy footsteps, and finally a soft knock on your door.

Before you could respond, your door flew open, and in flashes of purple and brown, a familiar body stumbled into your room, exclaiming your name. You were faced with Mr Willy Wonka, swaying slightly on his feet with his arms wide open. “Hello, my love!”

He looked dishevelled, his coat crinkled, hair a mess beneath his slightly dented top hat and shirt tails hanging out over his trousers. Heaven only knew what had happened to his waistcoat.

You watched him with your eyebrows raised as he took off his hat, patted down his curls, and turned on his heels around your room.

“Hm, where did the coat rack go?” He mumbled to himself. You did not have a coat rack. He looked at you, biting down on your lip to stop from laughing at the state of him, and a dawn of realisation rose on his face. “Oh well, I suppose this will do.”

He stumbled over to you and placed the hat, at an angle, on your head, adjusted it slightly, and then patted the top with a smile. Once he was satisfied, he turned and fell unceremoniously face down on your bed. That laughing smile grew unrestrained on your face as you plucked the hat from your head and put it carefully on the table beside you. “Willy?” You questioned, and he looked over at you with glazed-over eyes and a dopey grin.

“Mmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Having a lie-down.”

“This is my room,” you said, humorously.

“Then why are you sitting there like a goose?” He rolled over onto his back so he could look at you properly as he patted the empty side of the bed.

You were quick to cast the paper you were engrossed in only a second ago to the side and slink into his open arms. But, getting up close to him allowed you a sudden realisation before you could settle down.

“Willy, have... have you been drinking?!” You asked, unable to hold back your laugh as you noticed the scent of alcohol tingling your nostrils, the dreamy mist of his eyes, the twitching of his fingers.

“No,” he responded quickly, defensively. “Miss Benz and I have been testing chocolate ingredients.”

“Oh, and what were these ingredients?”

He opened his mouth, then hesitated before replying, looking beyond you in thought. “Well, we started with rum for these incredible bottle-shaped Rum Babas I want to experiment with, there was quite a bit of that to taste, then we tried some liqueurs, lots of flavours, the cherry tasted just divine, a glass or two of champagne for truffles, and then we sampled some whisky for fudge. And then, I... well, then I was here. Come closer, I missed you.”

He held you tightly, pulling you into his sweat-sheened skin until your nose brushed against the tautness of his neck. With this closeness, Willy took the opportunity to press a dozen soft, quick kisses to random planes of skin on your face, across your nose and cheeks and forehead and hurriedly closed eyelids. You could smell the overwhelming scent of whisky lingering on his breath as his lips stumbled across your face, but he pressed them to your own before you could comment.

His kiss tasted interesting, a cocktail of numerous alcohols and, of course, chocolate, but his lips were as soft and gentle as they always were. You hoped that would never change.

“Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he started mumbling as he pulled away, staring at you with wild eyes. “Mon amour, amore mio, meu amor, qīn’ài de, meine geleite – hm, wait, that’s not right. Meine.... Ah, meine geliebte.” Although the numerous ways of breathing a new lease of life into the sweet name he had for you tickled you pink, giggles bubbled up in your throat and tumbled from your lips as unrestrained as the whisky flowing on your lover's breath. He looked at you with a bemused expression that was hurriedly offset by a beaming smile. “Why are you laughing?! I’m expressing my love!”

You didn’t bother to even try and stop the laughs escaping your body, but you did fight through them to make your excuses. “I know, I know, but... nevermind.” You dragged the heel of your hand over one of your eyes before looking at him earnestly, genuinely. “I love you.”

He glowed at your words, lit up and grinning like a child at the foot of a Christmas tree. “I love you too,” he returned the sentiment with quiet vigour, stroking two trembling fingers against the protruding bone of your cheek.

However, the moment was somewhat spoiled by the obnoxious yawn he released, barely covered by the hand that wasn’t touching your skin.

“Come on,” you said, nudging him slightly until you could peel up your coverlet, “let’s go to bed.” He was eager to fall under the covers and pulled you closer instantly, so the bedspread fluttered down around you of its own accord.

Held tight in his arms, you felt the softness of Willy’s lips whisper at your hairline, an everlasting goodnight kiss. Before you could press a kiss to his neck in return, he was already beginning to snore.

#wonka 2023 #wonka movie #willy wonka #wonka #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #chocolate cartel #fanfic

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urfavsimpingfanficwriter · 9 months

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Hey!! Could we potentially get some Brian Quinn smut? :)

Bathroom Sex -Brian QuinnxFem!Reader

I haven't been on here in a while so I'm so sorry for not getting to this!! (Also i love the way you think, Brian Quinn is everything)

Set After the Punishment Above

Warnings: Fem!Reader; Sal's Younger Sister Reader; Porn with Little Plot; Smut; SoftDom!Brian; Semi-Rough Sex; Bathroom Sex; Semi-Public Sex; Fingering; Oral (Fem Receiving); Dirty Talk (idk man); You almost get caught; Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it people); He doesn't pull out; Soft Fluffy Brian at the End

Summary: After Brian's punishment, you couldn't help to notice how good he looked all sweaty and hot. One thing leads to another, and you finally get to know your brother's best friend a little more personally.

You couldn't believe this was happening. One second, Brian and your brother had come out of their punishment, the next, you were pinned against the wall as Brian had his fingers inside of you inside the bathroom on set.

You could smell the hot sweat radiating off of his body as he kissed and bit your neck, leaving marks that you would have to find out how to cover later. One hand was covering your mouth, the other had its long, thick fingers inside of you, stretching you out, and making you feel incredible.

You moaned against his palm, trying to close your thighs as he got you closer and closer to your release.

"You close? Hmm? I've barely even done anything and your already crumbling sweetheart," Brian mumbled into your neck.

All you could do was moan in agreement as he thrusted his fingers faster inside you, his thumb beginning to circle your clit. He slowly started to kiss down your neck, towards your collar bone, and down to your chest, leaving a wet trail down your skin. He looked up at you, his normally chocolaty brown eyes dark. The way he was smirking into your skin made you clench even harder around his fingers.

"I'm gonna let go, but you have to promise to be quiet. Can you do that, Sweetheart?" Brian spoke into your chest, his eyes never leaving yours.

You quickly nodded your head, and he let go of your mouth. He got onto his knees, his fingers still plunged into you. He licked his lips and removed his thumb from your clit, quickly placing his mouth on the sensitive nerve instead. You had to bite your lip to keep you from moaning out. Brian gripped your thigh like his life depended on it. You gripped his hair, slightly pulling it, forcing him to grunt into your wet pussy.

You were so close, you were practically seeing stars. He inserted a third finger into you, hitting that mushy spot inside of you that caused your knees to collapse. You had to shove your hands against your mouth to stop you from crying out in pleasure as you soaked Brian's chin. His fingers and mouth slowed down, giving you time to come down from your high.

As he stood up, he trailed his hands along your sides, slowly bunching your shirt up as he went. When he was fully standing, he slipped the shirt over your head and threw it onto the sink.

He leaned in and kissed you deeply as he unhooked your bra, throwing that onto the sink as well. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, and you couldn't help but whimper at the thought.

"You want more already? God, what did I do to deserve you, Sweetheart?" He said as he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, forcing another whimper out of you. His hand reached up and took the other nipple in between his fingers, rubbing around it. He softly nipped your sensitive nipple between his teeth, his beard scratching your chest.

"I need you. Please- fuck," You muttered.

"What do you need, honey? Come on, tell me baby," Brian spoke, a smirk making it's way onto his face.

"Fuck me, Brian, please?" You said, looking down at him, your lips slightly parted.

"Since you said it so nicely..." Brian leaned down and pulled your pants, and panties, completely off from where they were around your ankles.

He stood up and gripped both of your legs, lifting you up and shoving you even harder against the cool, tiled wall.

It was then that he smiled at you, "Are you one hundred percent positive? We can still stop if you want."

"Brian, I will kill you if you stop now," You spoke, a giggle coming out as you joked.

He unzipped his pants, pulling down his boxers just enough to let his hardened cock escape. You licked your lips hungrily as he slid his tip in between your folds teasingly.

He thrusted into you slowly, first just his tip, then going a few inches farther every couple seconds, forcing you to moan. He kissed your lips hungrily to quiet you.

He finally bottomed out, grunting about how tight you were against your parted lips. You were panting into his mouth, and he was doing the same as he thrusted into you, quickening his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin had to be heard from outside the bathroom, but you couldn't care less. Brian filled you up perfectly, stretching you out slightly and making you feel amazing. Your legs were gripping his waist as he hit that special spot inside you over and over again.

Just then, you heard a knock on the bathroom door. Brian's thrusts slowed, but didn't stop, and you could tell he was close. He shoved his hand against your mouth and motioned for you to be quiet.

"Yeah?" He yelled out to whoever was outside the bathroom.

"Brian? Have you seen Y/N? I'm her ride home and I can't find her anywhere. I'm gonna leave soon," Sal, your brother, spoke from the other side of the door, his irritancy at the situation clear in his voice.

Brian smirked and looked at you, taking a hand and slowly rubbing your clit before speaking again, "No man, haven't seen her. Have you checked the other bathrooms? Or the parking lot, maybe?"

"Yeah, I guess I'll check again. If she isn't there I'm going to have to leave, can you make sure she gets a ride home if I don't?" Sal said.

"Yeah, I'll let her ride with me man," Brian said, winking at you.

God you couldn't wait to get home with this man.

As soon as it was quiet from the other side of the door, Brian sped up, his dick twitching inside of you. You clenched around him.

"You liked that didn't you? Liked me fucking you right in front of your brother? Right where we could get caught? God, you're so fucking hot," Brian muttered into your skin as he left marks on your chest.

Brian was pounding into you at this point, the sound of skin against skin and a wet squelching increasing every second. He took his hand away from your mouth, and put it around your throat softly gripping it. You scratched his back, surely leaving marks, as he got you to your breaking point.

"Bri- I'm gonna-" You couldn't even finish your sentence.

"I know baby, me too. Me too," Brian grunted.

After a few more thrusts, Brian came, his dick twitching as he filled you up with his come. The full sensation and the still-constant thrusting caused you to let go as you came, your wet and his come covering the length of his dick and the inside of your thighs.

He slowly pulled out, kissing your face, neck, and chest as he put you back on your feet. Your legs almost buckled out from underneath you immediately, and he caught you, chuckling.

Brian kissed your forehead, brushing your hair from your face. "Sorry sweetheart, didn't mean to fuck you that hard," Brian spoke against you, chuckling.

You laughed, finding your balance and the feeling in your legs. As he smiled at you and handed you your clothes, helping you get dressed, you could only think one thing: You can't wait for the ride home.

#brian quinn x reader #brian quinn smut #impractical jokers smut #smut

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jinxdancer08 · 3 months

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Met on Set - Timothée Chalamet x F!Reader Social Media AU

Hey everyone! This idea has been trapped in my brain for several weeks now honestly, and I just wanted to get it out there. I definitely have ideas to continue it if people want/I feel like. Not super edited because I am tired, but I hope you enjoy!

P.S. not being able to edit drafts on my phone has significantly lowered the amount of time I have in my day to work on this 🤣

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vanityfair: How did Timothée Chalamet get out of auditioning for Paul King's #Wonka, and how did his time performing growing up prepare him for the role? Find out in our exclusive interview with the chocolatier premiering this Friday! For now, enjoy this sneak peek at what the star had to say about his training on set.

Interviewer: So what was your training like on set for all of the musical numbers? Did your background help you at all with these performances? Timothée: Oh not at all! No, it was way more intense than anything I have ever done. Thankfully all of the singing was pre-recorded, so I didn't have to worry about that too much. The dancing was on a whole other level, though. I had my trainer who worked with me for months beforehand, and once everyone came together to film the bigger numbers, there was another choreographer who was so patient and sweet, and she really helped me feel like it wasn't quite so terrifying, so huge shoutout to her.

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liltimmytim: Timothée is so hot wtf

chalametforlife: omg yes 😩 i would literally die for him

fail101: not another one of these dumb willy wonka movies why does everything have to be a remake

timmysbiggestfan: who is this choreographer and why is she trying to steal my man!!!

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yourusername: Now that people are finally talking about #Wonka, I can post these throwbacks from working with the ensemble cast! This experience was such a dream come true, and I can't thank everyone who was a part of it enough for trusting a baby choreographer's vision and bringing it to life in the best possible way. Can't wait to see it on the big screen!

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#timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee fanfic #timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #social media au #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet au #timothee x reader #timothée imagine #timothée fanfic #timothée x reader #wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie

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justkiddingiminlove · 7 months

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Little Bit of Tum Pt.2

Hey, imma be gone for two weeks so this should hold yall over while i'm out.

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/justkiddingiminlove/728143107309404160/little-bit-of-tum?source=share

Enjoy. ♥

☆-NSFW under the cut-☆

As you hold Schlatt from Behind, your eyes lock in the mirror before you. His deep, chocolaty brown eyes practically begging you to touch him more.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as your hands gently creep into his sweats. your fingers trace invisible patterns on his chub as they lower, leaving a faint tingling sensation behind.

His breath hitches the moment he feels your dainty hands wrap around his length. You gently rub and massage the base before slowly pumping up and down.

It's a blissful agony for Schlatt. His baby smugly jerking him off in front of a mirror, just to prove a point.

You hook your fingers into his waist band, and gently pull down both his sweats and boxers in one go. He can't bear to look at his flushed form in the mirror, His 'big guy' ego prevents him from doing so.

You chuckle softly before shifting so that you rest on your knees before him. Your eyes gaze into his, silently mocking him. You've made your normally very stubborn, and very proud Boyfriend turn into a puddle of mush. Putty in your hands.

His cock twitches lightly in your grasp, and that kicks you into overdrive.

Leaning forward slightly, you gently take his tip into your mouth. Careful to not give him relief and release to soon, you slowly begin sucking.

It's difficult to fit his whole length into your mouth without gagging, but you push through. For him.

His eyes never leave you. He desperately wants more friction, or at least a faster pace. But you don't let up.

He curses under his breath before promptly gripping your hair, and beginning to face fuck you. His length places kisses to the back of your pretty throat, making you gasp and gag from his rough thrusts.

Muffled moans spill from your lips as he creeps upon his climax. He grunts lightly with each thrust into your mouth, each one like music to your ears.

He grunts one last time before he releases. Hot, sticky cum coats your throat. You moan at the taste, and he keeps his eyes on you. Watching your eyes close happily as you greedily swallow every last drop.

Once Schlatt's finished, he gently scoops you up and lays you in bed, being extra careful not to bump you against anything.

He climbs into the soft, silky sheets next to you, and gently wraps his strong arms around you. Keeping you all for himself.

Seems the plan worked.

You proved your point, and he isn't gonna try to prove you wrong any time soon.

#no use of y/n #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #gender neutral reader #jschlatt smut #schlatt x reader #schlatt smut #schlatt #jschlatt brainrot weeeeee

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seleuss · 7 months

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SELEUSS - DUCHESS 100% HAUTE HOT CHOCOLATE MIX

BATCH 1382 [ SOY FREE ]

The DUCHESS™ SERIES: our line of real hot chocolate mix (technically, its not a mix in the traditional sense, as in cocoa power and sugar), so you can make European style hot chocolates at home, just like at our store. Making real Hot chocolate is very simple, you have to use real chocolate, If cocoa powder is used, then you have to call it, hot cocoa. Here, couverture grade chocolates are grated down into little pieces, so there is more surface area for easier melting into a hot liquid of your choice. [17]

INGREDIENTS: chocolate (cacao butter, cacao mass). our proprietary blend. CACAO MASS: 47%, CACAO BUTTER 53%

CONTAINS: This product is processed in a facility that contains milk, eggs, wheat, PISTACHIOS, almonds, peanuts, cashews and other nuts.

Container comes with moisture absorbing packs. Do no throw away, please keep them in the tin can to absorb moisture in between openings. Do not eat and keep away from children!

STORAGE: Please store CHOCOLATE TIN between 54-61°F (~12-16°C), in a dark and dry place, preferably in a wine cooler.

SELEUŠS® chocolates, 1910 1st ave, seattle, wa 98101 (LOCATED ABOVE PIKE PLACE MARKET IN DOWNTOWN SEATTLE, CORNER OF 1ST & STEWART).

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This can contains 9+ oz of grated couverture grade haute chocolate mix, enough for making FOUR 6 oz cups of real hot chocolate, just like at our store. PREPARATION:

1) Scoop 2+ oz (~4 tablespoons) of grated chocolate mix into LARGE coffee cup.

2) Heat 4 to 5 oz of whole milk or substitute (coconut milk, oat milk) to ~165°F in either saucepan or milk frother.

3) Slowly pour heated liquid over grated chocolate and whisk until the chocolate is melted.

4) Serve at around ~145°F or desired temp. Top with whipped cream or BICERIN Di Giandujotto!

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duchess-haute-chocolate-seleuss · 7 months

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SELEUSS - DUCHESS 100% HAUTE HOT CHOCOLATE MIX

BATCH 1382 [ SOY FREE ]

The DUCHESS™ SERIES: our line of real hot chocolate mix (technically, its not a mix in the traditional sense, as in cocoa power and sugar), so you can make European style hot chocolates at home, just like at our store. Making real Hot chocolate is very simple, you have to use real chocolate, If cocoa powder is used, then you have to call it, hot cocoa. Here, couverture grade chocolates are grated down into little pieces, so there is more surface area for easier melting into a hot liquid of your choice. [17]

INGREDIENTS: chocolate (cacao butter, cacao mass). our proprietary blend. CACAO MASS: 47%, CACAO BUTTER 53%

CONTAINS: This product is processed in a facility that contains milk, eggs, wheat, PISTACHIOS, almonds, peanuts, cashews and other nuts.

Container comes with moisture absorbing packs. Do no throw away, please keep them in the tin can to absorb moisture in between openings. Do not eat and keep away from children!

STORAGE: Please store CHOCOLATE TIN between 54-61°F (~12-16°C), in a dark and dry place, preferably in a wine cooler.

SELEUŠS® chocolates, 1910 1st ave, seattle, wa 98101 (LOCATED ABOVE PIKE PLACE MARKET IN DOWNTOWN SEATTLE, CORNER OF 1ST & STEWART).

WWW.SELEUSS.COM WWW.SELEUSSCHOCOLATES.COM [email protected]

Facebook.com/seleuss seleuss.tumblr.com instagram.com/seleuss @SELEUSS

This can contains 9+ oz of grated couverture grade haute chocolate mix, enough for making FOUR 6 oz cups of real hot chocolate, just like at our store. PREPARATION:

1) Scoop 2+ oz (~4 tablespoons) of grated chocolate mix into LARGE coffee cup.

2) Heat 4 to 5 oz of whole milk or substitute (coconut milk, oat milk) to ~165°F in either saucepan or milk frother.

3) Slowly pour heated liquid over grated chocolate and whisk until the chocolate is melted.

4) Serve at around ~145°F or desired temp. Top with whipped cream or BICERIN Di Giandujotto!

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rosesloveletters · 5 months

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sugared rose petals.

Pairing: 1971 Willy Wonka x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 1,494

Warnings: sexual content / oral sex

Summary: ‘That tongue of his knew its way around a literary device, so what was so shocking that it could also physically stimulate, as well as mentally?' // Wonka gives female-identifying reader oral.

Author's Note: I don't know where I found the audacity to write something like this, nonetheless, if you read it, enjoy.

Edited.

divider created by @/saradika on Tumblr.

Willy Wonka was the man behind the most manic creations of confection, yet he had never tasted as delectably sweet a treat as you.

His hot breath lingered between your thighs, melting your caramelized center for him to devour like a man starved. His flattened tongue lapped reverently against your slit. He was always gentle, probing touches and tentative licks as delicate as spun silk.

Your eyes were glazed and you dared not look at him for if you caught sight of what he was doing to you, there would be no hope of you stifling the string of hedonistic sounds that would pour from your mouth.

He plucked and tasted every sugared petal from your rosebud like it were made of candy.

Electric roots embedded within you; small vibrations sent shockwaves at every sound which emanated from him. You reached for him and felt him smile against your hot flesh as you gripped handfuls of his frizzy hair to keep him firmly in place.

Your head felt full of cotton candy fluff, sweet thoughts with no substance.

How was he so skilled at this?

That tongue of his knew its way around a literary device, so what was so shocking that it could also physically stimulate, as well as mentally?

He compared it to eating cotton candy: one touch of the tongue could cause the entire bundle of sweetness to melt.

Sensation gripped you. Suddenly, you were far beyond cloud nine, having left both the ground and the stratosphere behind, and were running laps on Saturn’s rings, squeezing out the last drops of imagination from your world-weary brain.

A soft cry escaped you and in your heavily stimulated state, you felt his grip on you tighten. His forearms pressed firmly against your inner thighs to keep your legs apart as his tongue delved inside of you to taste your sweet cream.

He could not contain his voracious need for you. So infrequently did you ever witness him become demanding, but there was something about the way you tasted which drove him mad with desire.

He could have a sweet treat any time his heart desired, but this? You were a craving which could only be satisfied if he were to eat from the source. As confident as he might’ve been that he could replicate your taste so that he could have it all the time (that was the inventor in him talking), he wouldn’t try. Something so delicious was meant to be sampled in one way alone and if he thought otherwise, then he had no right to call himself Willy Wonka, world-famous chocolatier and dreamer of dreams.

Perhaps this was one example of how some of his realities became dreams, because nothing this perfect could be anything less than a dream and yet it was somehow his reality.

His world became saturated in sensation each time he did this and he savored your sounds of pleasure as much as he savored your sweet honey.

Still, he had to warm you up to the idea of being tasted. The humiliation and shame over being so exposed always made you want to close your legs, but it was that delicious mortification that made you taste even sweeter to him.

He had to make a mess of you, then would you finally give in to him.

Willy Wonka was not a greedy man, but he indulged on occasion. However, this was a different sort of craving that consumed him. He would never pass up an opportunity to settle between your legs for a sampling of the sweetest candy that had ever touched his tongue – and he wasn’t even the creator of it!

How ironic.

He wouldn’t let that tidbit get to him, as long as he could have you for himself. The thought of sharing your delectable body with anyone else sickened him with jealousy and his tenderness turned more possessive as he nibbled at your slick folds.

You noted the change in pace, your heart beating rapidly as though it were trying to escape your ribcage. Your hot flesh pulsed against his tongue and you rolled your hips, wanting more of that delicious friction. You felt him chuckle as his tongue flicked from your core to your sensitive clit, teasing the hooded skin around your bundle of nerves that was engorged from stimulation.

You whimpered pathetically as your body tingled. Hot, slick heat pooled in your abdomen, burning brighter in intensity at the incessant teasing.

His tongue flickered over your clit and you cried out his name, making him let out another pleased chuckle. The sounds he pulled from your lips made the experience even more worthwhile for him; he took pride in having the capabilities necessary to make you sound like that.

He had every reason to take it further, to rush through to the end so that he could finally taste your essence once again, but no. Of all the work that he did, Willy Wonka was an artist. He believed in excellent craftsmanship and the art of the skill it took to create a work of perfection.

He was much more appreciative of what he had because he worked for all of it.

He would accept his reward gratefully, after he had put in the effort to receive it.

“Willy…” You whispered his name breathlessly, gazing down at him now.

His striking blue eyes peered up at you from the erotic scene playing out between your legs. You felt yourself clench as your eyes met and his tongue flicked against your clit for good measure, making your hips twitch.

You couldn’t tell from this position, but you swore he was smirking at you; he knew just what he was doing and how to make you squirm.

“Yes, my dear?” you felt him mumble the words more than you heard them, the vibrations making you throb. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying your euphoria as if it were his own.

You tried to answer him as his tongue dipped back in for another taste of sweet nectar and his nose brushed lightly against your clit, making you lose consciousness for a few short seconds as your brain rewired itself. All that forced its way out of you was a moan and more delicious juice dribbled out of you for him to quickly lick up with a pleased sound of appreciation.

A whine tore itself from your throat as you felt him licking you clean, “g-gonna cum…”

“Is that so?” he responded casually, as if he were surprised to hear this.

The hunger in his gaze betrayed him and he began tasting you with a renewed vigor, eager for your release so that there would be more cream for him to greedily enjoy.

His tongue left your opening in favor of massaging your clit. He was determined and would have what he wanted if he pleased you just right.

Lips suctioning around your clit, he gently sank one finger into your dripping core.

You let out a guttural cry and your muscles seized up around the intrusion. Soon, your body relaxed enough for him to add a second finger. He wiggled them inside you as he pressed in deep in search of your sweet spot.

Between the internal and external stimulation, you were unable to hold off any longer.

The heat of your orgasm flooded your senses and your walls clenched, spasming around his thick fingers. Your pleasured cries and soft moans filled his ears with sweet music as his tongue continued massaging your clit until your orgasm had finished.

Your body went limp as you soaked in the afterglow. The dense fog had cleared; a sensation-spiked sunshine rose from the depths of your mind and shone through the clouds.

You barely registered what he was doing as he continued licking away the excess ejaculate, savoring the last remnants of your pleasure that his fingers dug out of you upon extraction.

You moaned lightly as you watched him suck your juices off his fingers like sucking on a lollipop.

“W-Was that good?” your voice sounded shaky as you asked him the question.

He wiped his fingers off with a handkerchief that he then stuffed into his pocket before laying on the bed beside you. His arm extended around your shoulders and brought you in against him for a cuddle after the deed was done.

“Heavenly,” he whispered against your hair as he leaned in and gave the top of your head a kiss, “I’ll admit, I had a hard time controlling myself.”

His admission made you chuckle and he smiled down at you as though you were more precious than jewels, or candy, in his case.

“Satisfied?” he asked, his deep voice of velvet made you begin to ache all over again.

A shudder traveled down your spine, “Always. But perhaps…it is now your turn…”

He chuckled, blue eyes lighting up with mirth and a hint of curiosity, “is that right? Well…we’ll see…”

#willy wonka #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #willy wonka 1971 #wilder!wonka #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka imagine #willy wonka and the chocolate factory imagine #gene wilder #biblio :: 📖

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