#caesar clown one piece

[merbear25]

A date to remember

You would have never guessed you'd end up fancying them. Debating whether or not to confront your crush would be a difficult dicision for anyone. Now add the extra pressure of them being apart of the Donquixote family, and you're in for an emotional rollercoaster.

CW: SFW, fluff, headcanons, gn!reader

Doflamingo, Caesar, Corazon

pt 1, pt 2

Doflamingo: As intimidating as he is, you were still caught in his web. Being shy about asking him would not fair well for you—you'd need to hold your head high and ask with confidence. Oh, he agreed to it! Oh...oh no.

You end up choosing between live entertainment and logic based:

War reenactment: Choosing a reenactment that was particularly engrossing might just make him forget that it's not real. Be sure to choose one with the highest reviews too. This could range from a wide-range of history, giving you much to consider.

Escape room: Not many would willingly lock themselves in a room with him, but this offered you a unique experience to share with him: solve the puzzle and best whomever thought they'd be able to trick you two.

After all is said and done, you'd have quite the stories and inside jokes to share between yourselves. Depending on your choice for these particular activities, he'd grant you with a feverish kiss―leaving you wanting more.

Caesar: He can be a tad sporadic when it comes to his personal feelings, but you seem to have come across him on a genuinely good day. You take your shot. He stares at you, scanning your face for your true intentions but lets his curiosity take over. So, yay?

You decide on something experimental:

Testing limits with high voltage: Gather a large amount of toys which are battery operated. Be sure to have a wide range of what the toys can actually do. Wire them up, see which ones start popping, smoking, and catch fire with different voltage levels.

Punkin chunkin: Pumpkins are pretty common to use for this activity, but why should you limit yourselves? Use items that may give you the messiest results! The most distructive! The most outright bizarre items to chuck into the air to create fun memories.

Once you both have had you fill of destruction and chaos for the time being, the excitement of it all would still be fresh. Laughing about some of the results, he'd suggest how you can make changes for next time. Wait, next time?

Corazon: Despite him being as preoccupied as he was, you couldn't hold back your feelings for him any longer. He's incredibly genuine, so when you confess your feelings, he blushes like mad. When you ask him out, he'd be flustered but still happily accept. Can't wait, right?

You come to something thoughtful:

Arcade/Retro arcade bar: You two would favor the games that were two player, of course. Even if he turned out to be better than you at the games, he'd let you win. On single players, you'd cheer each other on and try to top each other's scores. At the end of the date, you'd use your tickets to purchase prizes for the other.

Cooking for each other and having a movie night at home: Quality time is something he'd love to spend with you. Creating a meal together would be so romantic that he'd find it hard to stop smiling. Cuddling with a movie afterwards would make him melt and be ideal for kissing.

The night concluded in the most perfect way he could have imagined. Which ever option you decided on, he'd lean in a bit closer to give you the chance to show him you're interested in kissing. If you are, he'd love to show his appreciation. If not, a warm hug would do nicely.

[lairu]

The purbol goat ft. Green birb but smol

[eats-your-soul]

Cozy~

[whatthewyatt]

check your candy guys there might be something in it

[gothy-froggy]

“Boyyys Ddddonn’t crryyy~” ahh character.

“I would go out tonight, but I haven’t got a stitch to wear….A jumped-up pantry boy who never knew his place~” ahh character.

[butterfluffy]

Hey! I hope you’re doing well. I’ve just recently come across your account, and I love what you write! I have a request though— how would Caesar react to seeing his female S/O faint after accidentally inhaling some toxic substances? Thanks for taking the time to do this!

“faint-fully yours”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· as a lover of this mad scientist is tough, so accidents like inhaling toxic substances is unavoidable, but despite that, you promise caesar that, “i'm faint-fully yours.”

⠀⠀➧ v small angst? (not really) | caesar clown × f!s/o!reader | headcanons + scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, but caesar might be ooc...! mistakes and swearing may be present too.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: aAaaaAahhHhhHHHHh, sorry for the wait, and for the poorly written work, i'm finding it hard to get caesar's personality. 🥺 @condoriano-67890

CAESAR CLOWN

when you faint after inhaling toxic substance

caesar, as usual, is in his lab brewing new toxic substances to sell to the underworld bosses to aid with their.. business.

so you then decided to check on your husband to make sure he's doing good with his work...

knocking on the giant, metal door before you, you then called to your scientist lover. “caesar, honey, how's work there? can i come in?”

hearing no responce from the man, you sighed, knowing that he's probably too focused on his work. so now, you ended up entering the passcode to the room and just letting yourself in. “i'm coming in.”

upon entering the room, you were then startled by the thick clouds of gas inside that immediately caused you to feel lightheaded..

“y/n..!? you.. wait, wait let me get you a mask real quick!” dashing around to get a mask, caesar rushed to you in a hurry, but..

“cae..sar, hon, what's with the...—” not even being able to finish your sentence, you ended on the floor, unable to handle the toxicity of the air, causing your husband to shiver. “gah, y/n!”

worry was quick to run through caesar's system the instant you dropped to the floor, unconscious.

he's panicking, real bad too. obvious by how he's hastily finding the antidote for the gaseous drug he made as he screeched, eyes averting to your unconscious self each second...

“shit, shit, shit! fuck this, damn it!” caesar cursed, shaky hands reaching out to you, holding you in his arms as he pry your mouth open, getting you to drink the antidote and then putting a mask on your face.

caesar's heart is racing in fright, blood running cold as he waited for you to awake in silence, blaming himself.

“..argh...! this is my fault, i forgot to give this dammed, lovely wife of mine a heads-up that i'm making a toxic drug..!!” he says to himself, running his fingers through his hair, gripping it as his teeth clenched.

your husband is getting crazy right now, for you have not awakened yet even after a minute, monitoring your breathing and small movements with hopes that you'll be up..

“ugh..” you groaned, taking a deep breath in despite struggling to get air with a mask on, shocking caesar who immediately held you tightly, holding a sob back. “you dumb girl! you scared me!”

“pfft... sorry, sorry, my fault. i forgot you were doing your great experiments, hon.” you snickered, soothing your lover who tightened his embrace.

“you could've died, you know!” caesar huffed, his words only causing you to chuckle, rubbing his cheek before pinching it. “i wouldn't, don't worry. i won't allow anyone to take me away from you, even death, because...”

“i'm faint-fully yours.” you continued, embracing your husband who got a blush on his face, not able to utter a word from being flustered like that..

© butterfluffy 2022

[edengarden]

Personal space? Never heard of her.

Synopsis:  When Caesar’s bored, he’ll make it known to you. Not that you ever invited him to do so.

Pairing: Caesar Clown x gn!reader

Warnings:  profanity, Caesar has no concept of personal space

Word count: 1454

Notes: quick and simple, I just felt like I needed to FINALLY write some Caesar x reader interaction and this was the easiest way to do so. 

As a pirate, if anyone would’ve ever told your past self that one day, you’d “work” in a lab, you probably would have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. You never had the qualifications for it anyway; poor education, lengthy criminal record, probably not even smart enough for it, zero patience, and the list goes on. However, seeing how Caesar functions, you’ve been violently proven that no, against all odds, someone who doesn’t have what it takes to be a sciencey person can still be a sciencey person. Or a “mad scientist”, as he likes to call himself. It really goes to show that, well… you’ve heard of more qualified scientists before. 

However, Doflamingo wasn’t going to spit on the opportunity in front of him. Which is how you and Monet ended up spending most of your time on Punk Hazard, in the freezing fucking cold, while the rest of your crew was enjoying nice, warm, sunny days in Dressrosa. Though you can’t complain; at least the two of you figured out a schedule in which you’d rotate every three weeks so one has to put up with Caesar while the other can get some time off in Dressrosa. It was a pretty good system and you’re glad that Monet thought of it and got it approved, but it also meant that you now had to deal with Caesar on your own. It meant that there was one less person to put up with him. 

It meant that he’d concentrate his eccentricity on you. For three weeks. 

You’ve seen better days. 

And in moments like those, where he apparently felt the great need to come bother you, you wonder how Monet deals with it when you’re not around. Does she simply ignore him? You’ve tried that. It leads to disastrous bitchfits (you like to call them Caesar’s World Famous Bitchfits. Not that you’ve ever told him. A WFB would ensue). Does she entertain him? You’ve also tried that. It’s incredibly hard to keep up with him. 

So, at this point in time, you feel truly lost as to how you’re supposed to get through this. The only thing you haven’t tried (and that you can think of) was to simply… put up with it until it blows over. But it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant solution you’ve ever thought of. 

“What are you up to now?” You barely had the chance to even process that the telltale sound of hissing gas started bouncing off the room’s walls before Caesar was practically looming over your shoulder as you peered at the notes Monet had left you during those three weeks you were away. Considering that most of them were Caesar-related and that it wasn’t exactly praise, you were quick to shut the notebook closed before the man in question could read what was being said about him. Caesar let out a small cackle at your frantic actions. “Are you hiding something from me?” He asked and, seeing as you couldn’t take a look at his face at the moment, you had no idea if he was being serious or if he was joking. 

You would rather be safe than sorry, so you decide to turn your head to look over your shoulder to take a peek at his mood before answering, only to be absolutely jumpscared by the close proximity between the two of you. The way you reacted could probably be compared to how a cat reacts in the face of a cucumber. “Good god!” You exclaim before leaning back to put some distance between you and Caesar’s face, which had been literally looming over your shoulder up until now. How did you not feel his proximity? Was it because of the whole gas-gas fruit situation? Probably. That’s a dangerous fucking ability to have. Why was he that close anyway? 

You silently fumed as he cackled at your reaction. Leave it up to him to feel entertained by your discomfort, if you could call it that. It felt more like a heart attack to you. “Don’t you have shit to do?” You asked rather rudely as he quieted down. At the mention, his face morphed into a more annoyed expression. 

“I have time to kill.” He replied. Ah. That was his version of ‘I have to wait for something that catalysts can’t help with and I don’t want to’. You’re a bit familiar by now. Knowing how he gets in situations like these, you were careful to keep a tight grip on the notebook you were keen on hiding from him. Lest he finds a way to snatch it simply to get a rise out of you. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t.” You snapped back, promptly ignoring him when he leaned his entire upper half on the table, reenacting a deflating balloon in some way. 

“Come on, humor me a little! It’s not like there’s anyone else here that you can interact with.” He pushed. You were tempted to tell him that actually, he’s got plenty of subordinates who would be more than happy to entertain him in whatever way he wanted to be entertained, but you were fully aware that Caesar didn’t consider them anywhere good enough to talk to. Which then makes you wonder why you’d be any different. As far as you’re concerned, you’re just a pirate. Yes, you can read and write, but that’s about as far as it goes. The hell would he want with you? 

“Actually, I do pretty well in solitude.” You quipped with a shrug of your shoulders. Caesar, the ever extroverted bastard he was, wailed quite dramatically and let his head fall on his arms that he had crossed on the table. You’re a bit disappointed that he didn’t accidentally smack his forehead on the table instead. 

“Don’t you at least know how to have a conversation? C’mon, I’m curious. Tell me what’s going on in that noggin of yours.” He raised a gloved hand and attempted to poke at your temple but you leaned back to avoid him. Was he this annoying with Monet? Because she never seems to bring it up in the notes. 

Caesar made another dramatic expression at your aversion to his touch, pouting like a child that had just been scolded. “Even if it’s just the most mundane of thoughts, I promise I won’t laugh. Too much.” He said, eyes scanning your face for just the slightest of cracks in your resolve. “Anything goes! Talk about the damn weather if you want, talk about Monet. Fuck, you could talk about how poor you were as a child and it would be better than nothing!” 

“Bold of you to assume I was poor as a child.” You replied with a raised eyebrow, only to mentally curse at yourself when Caesar smirked in return. Oh, that was a fucking bait. Goddamn it. 

“Are you saying you weren’t?” If he weren’t made of gas, and if you were certain that your hand wouldn’t phase right through him, you might’ve hit him. A part of you wants to question him and why he was being so nosy in the first place, or at least snap some snarky retort back at him, but you know that it would count as ‘conversation’ to him and you’d play right into his hands. He’d win. You know damn well that the smartest option is to simply ignore him and do something else until he goes away. 

“Why does it need to be about me? Can’t you just go on a rant like usual and I can pretend to listen?” But you’re not smart or wise enough to use the smartest option. You half expected him to take you up on that suggestion and go off on some monologue about his research, or how he missed Smiley, or how he was such a genius for synthesizing SAD. Anything to gloat about how he’d “won”, about how you keeled over and decided to entertain him. However, what wasn’t on your bingo card was him rising from his sprawled out spot on the table and staying incredibly quiet for a few moments. It was such an alarming occurrence that you actually turned towards him and asked what was going on. “You good?” As soon as you looked at him, he averted his eyes to avoid direct eye contact. Even you knew something wasn’t good.

“Peachy! Yes, never been better!” Caesar hastily replied with an exaggerated, closed-eye smile, clasping his hands together conclusively. He was standing oddly straight, for someone who was usually the victim of a terrible, gas-gas induced posture. “W-well! Would you look at that! I think the crystallization should be happening any moment now!” He exclaimed, already turning on his heels to scamper out of the room. You were too intrigued by his odd behavior to say anything at the moment. From the look on his face, whatever it was that you said that caused this, it was a sore spot. “Wonderful conversation! Truly captivating! Don’t come looking for me! Bye now!” And he was out the sliding door before you could even take your first breath of Caesar-free air.

[monkey-d-ezekiel]

Some Monet art! Very cool character, a shame that she had to die. It does show though, that if Oda really puts his mind to it he can kill off cool characters and not do the entire "oh but they're still alive because of a bullshit reason!" explanation.

Credit: lol_dessin on Twitter

[r-amenegg]

For my beloved @edengarden

[rileysleepy]

Ouughhhj monet and Caesar yeah 👍

The outfits 👍

[circusart]

Caesar Clown for a One Piece Christmas collab i was part of!

[merbear25]

Been thinking a lot about Caesar...

Been thinking about how difficult it'd be to set your suspicions aside. Despite his calming and inviting demeanor, his actions deteriorate those around him—decay and peril extending out of his finger tips.

A talented mind being applied to such chaos and suffering: when paired with a wide grin, doubt in his sincerity blanketed over you. Fearing what could happen if you were caught off guard, planning precautions ensued. However, he'd be keeping an eye on you, even when you thought you were alone.

You were refraining from getting too close to him; you'd witnessed too many fall victim to having the life sucked out of them or being overly trusting, leading them to nightmarish experiments. Naivete was acting as an opiate—omitting any sense to resist, making them malleable.

Keeping track of what exactly set him off, you'd jot each one in your notebook. In doing this, you were picking up on certain habits of his, which were ones that might be seen as endearing if it were anyone else: babbling to himself if he made a careless miscalculation, how animated he'd get around certain people, and the way he threw his hair up in a huff while working.

Danger comes in all shapes and sizes, though. Unbeknownst to you, he was just as cautious of you as you were of him. Having his fair share of trust issues, he'd been keeping tabs on you since you waltzed into his life. He kept an eye on everyone, but you and your most recent behavior set off alarms.

Lurking behind each corner, staying just out of sight, so as not draw your attention to him, he observed you. Distrust made his chest heave, while watching you scribble something in your notebook. Forboding casted itself, consuming any ability for reconsideration.

Hissing from what sounded like a busted pipe caused fear to wrap around your heart, making you break out in a cold sweat. Shortly after the first signal of his presence was released, the gas clouds trailed up and over your body and dispersed around you.

Too nervous to turn around to face him, you calmly closed your notebook and waited.

"What have you been up to?"

There was no malice in his words, yet you knew better than to take him at face value. "I was just finishing up the notes from earlier. You know, before I forgot."

Locks of his hair drapped over you as he leaned in. He whispered, "How long did you think you'd be able to hide this from me?"

Attempting to suppress your rising heart rate, you assured him you'd been keeping to your work as normal.

He placed a hand down firmly on the table next to your notebook. Going wide-eyed at his sudden falter in patience, you peared down at what contained all that you'd written down on him.

"In that case, you won't mind if I take a look, will you?" His other hand snaked around from the other side.

When he threw the cover open, you shut your eyes, not being able to bear witnessing death closing in on you. After a few moments passed, you were shaking from anticipation of the punishment he'd surely cast down on you—but nothing was happening. Cautiously, you opened one eye to see which page he'd opened to: those of his personal habits, along with the little hearts doodled next to some of them were glaring back at you.

Not knowing whether you would've preferred to be slain for plotting against him or from your own humiliation, you sat where you were—staring at the pages that'd betrayed you.

Breaking the silence, he let out a chuckle, "Had no idea you were the type to get 'love sick'."

NSFW below the cut!!! fem!reader, teasing, fingering, vaginal penetration

Shell shock still effecting you, you weren't able to muster an excuse.

"Don't worry, dear. Your little secret is safe with me," he laughed a bit harder this time, the irony was too sweet not to torment you with. Calming down from that outburst, he leaned in again and brought his hands nearer to you. "That is, on one condition."

With surprise replacing your fear, you'd unfortunately allowed yourself to fall pray to his trickery just as the others had. "What is it?"

Tilting his head up to ponder, he laid his hands on your shoulders saying, "Hm, I may have a suitable solution." Offering his hand, he lured you in with a simple command, "Follow me."

Finding yourself in his bedroom made you halt in your tracks. "Did we...take a wrong turn?" Denial passed over your lips of what was about to unfold.

"Surely you can't be as naive as the others." Grinning down at you, he ran his hand over your dress, cupping your breast just before you pulled away in disbelief.

"Don't tell me you were scribbling hearts in your journal next to my name as a bluff."

While backing away, you stumbled and tripped onto the floor. Having fallen on your tailbone, you winced from the sudden pain.

Cocking his head at you, he sighed, "You may, however, be more hopeless than the others." In one swoop, he tossed you on the bed. Not having enough time to process what was happening, he took advantage of your vertigo—climbing on top of you, releasing spores of arousal with each shift he made.

Having picked up on your nerves, he started out slowly: rubbing your legs, running his hands up your dress, and circling his thumbs at the top of your pubic bone. He was observing your expressions and body language, all of which were hinting that you were getting rather excited.

Laying down next to you, he had you wrapped in his arms. Opening your legs, he ran his hand over your panties, which were already set to be rung out. Witnessing the affects he had on you, he pressed his hardening member against your leg while twirling his fingers around your clit.

This was proving to be too much for you; you were feeling overwhelmed from the rushes of lust and uncertainty towards him. "I don't know if I can do this," you breathed heavily, trying to avert your eyes, which had already begun to blur from the much awaited release you'd secretly been after.

He nuzzled against the top of your head, caressing your weeping slit. "Your body is calling out for me though. Why should it be denied what it's obviously craving?"

You bit at your bottom lip as you felt him grind up against your thigh again; your chest was falling and rising from the build up which you were hanging on by a thread.

Sensing you were cracking, the drive to push you past your limits took over; he forced your delicates to the side, partcially exposing your needy pussy. Sliding his fingers inbetween your slick lips, he grinned at the sight of you: clinging to the sheets, already thrusting against him; you were still trying to resist, although your will-power was hurridly reaching its breaking point.

Watching you deperately chase after your repressed lust, he ripped the top of your dress down, revealing your breasts. Greedily grabbing and clenching them, care was especially given to your erect nipples. You whimpered as he pinched them, testing how easy it'd be to make you crumble from ecstasy.

Rutting against his stiffened length, your hand latched onto his hip to steady yourself. Paying no mind to how he'd been watching you, you failed to notice his dark fantasies coming forth.

Him abruptly tugging your panties off made you gasp―the material left behind red spots from the sudden force. Your shrieks only added to your delectable vulnerability.

After seeing him chuck them off to the side, you felt his bare cock proding you. Pressing against your thigh, the motions from him preparing himself jolted across your lower half.

He forced your legs further apart; a faint whimper came from him when he realized your lower half had been coated in your disgraceful abandonment of morals.

After taking a minute to admire the view, he promptly thrusted inside you. Knowing it'd cause some pain, the sadist in him still yearned to see you squirm. The initial twinge of discomfort wore off, now just fragments scattered amongst your spasming walls.

You both new you wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Settling on twirling your pearl against the pad of his finger, he allowed himself the pleasure of watching your breasts chaotically bounce and slap against each other.

Your self-control was failing you: slipping away with each thrust he rammed between your creamy lips. Your breath was shaking as your vision speckled. Feeling you unravel on him unexpectedly forced his own willpower to collapse―joining you in your rapturing frenzy.

As he eased out of you, you let the cum spill out; watching it drip down, you kept the tingles of bliss prickling at the sight of it a secret from him.

You looked over at him to catch a devilish look appear on his face. Forgetting what'd gotten you into this predicament, you casually asked what that look was for.

"Hm? Just thinking about the next secret you'll try to hide from me. You're constantly scribbling in that damn thing, so there should be plenty to blackmail you with."

Your cheeks reddened when thinking back to the incriminating ideas you had. When you shrank away from him, he alluded to his hunches, "This will surely make for a good compromise."

[lairu]

Silly gas goat (don't mind me there hugging the bastard)

[eats-your-soul]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAESAR CLOWN!!!

Did a WIP of my OC celebrating with him, using this screen cap as a reference:

[thunsdre]

i can't believe caesar clown was giving those kids fent

[littlewanibites]

Thoughts on Punk Hazard