#one piece caesar clown

[merbear25]

Talk dirty to me

Lust fills the room, leaving its remnants on your skin through light touches and on your lips from feverish kisses. When things start heating up between the two of you, there are key words and phrases that get them hot and heavy.

Doflamingo, Caesar, Corazon

CW: NSFW!! MDNI!!! gn!reader, headcanons, dirty talk, kind of toxic

Doflamingo: Being the ruffian that he is, he'd offer no comfort in the bedroom or at least be far from considering it. An absolutely filthy mouth that'd spout obscenities at you throughout the experience. He'd get off on making you feel small: a humiliation kink layered with a vipor's tongue.

Master / Yes, sir: Whimpering out his authority through muffled breaths would feed into the control he loved hanging over your head. He knew he was always the one in control, but he still enjoyed hearing the title sputter out of your slack-jawed mouth as he rammed into you.

Dirty whole / Filthy slut: Whether or not he'd be the one calling you wouldn't always make the biggest difference. However, if you were strung-out on his cock and panting from overstimulation, referring to yourself as such would itch the spot he hadn't been able to reach prior. Grabbing your face, he'd spit in your mouth while confirming that you belonged to him and only him.

Caesar: Possessivenss would be present throughout your relationship, but during intimacy, it'd be dialed up to 100. He wouldn't admit it, but he'd really want to be praised: tell him how much you loved it, how good it felt, how much more of him you wanted. Jealousy would come hand-in-hand with his greediness over you, seeking you out to soothe his troubled thoughts.

I'm yours / No one else can have me: Seeing you being, what he believed, too friendly with someone else, deep down he worried he wasn't enough for you. Cooing those short phrases at him helped wash off those intrusive thoughts. Keep telling him how no one can compare to him.

God, I missed you...: Despite already spending quite a bit of time around each other, there were dry spells when it came to bedroom activities. Breaking them and adding in this phrase with a clawing neediness would quickly make him lose himself. Wanting to be even closer to you, he'd force himself further inside, not paying attention to how deep he actually was. Bruises would be scattered about your body afterwards.

Corazon: His kindness and gentle behavior would extend into the bedroom: checking in on you and showering you with words of encouragement. Hearing you return his praise only intensified the shots of ecstasy coursing through him. He tried to have some self-control with how rough he was, but sometimes you made it hard.

Right there / Just like that: Your moans were so sweet to him. Gripping at your hips, he pulled you closer: your g-spot getting hit with ruthless repetition. Crying out those words while he was so deep in you tested every ounce of self-restraint he had, eventually pushing him over the edge.

I'm so close / I can't hold back any longer: The intimacy you shared was something he wanted to make last for as long as he could, which meant overstimmulating you most of the time. Becoming an unraveled mess was a sight to relish in. Caught up in your beauty, your cries for release only added to your intoxicating image. He'd now be encouraged to chase after the climax that was already fast approaching.

[mamoru-chiba-ua]

I caught a cold in a muscle in my hand and can’t draw normally, but will that stop me? Never

[kaifarikus]

[moussofshroom]

sanji in wonderland

[halacska-fins]

¿Quieres?

[zenala-art]

OP fandom thing

[animefans-stuff]

Hiii can you please do relationship/dating headcanons for Caesar clown please 😣🙏

Of course!

Warnings; grammar mistakes, little bit of angst, ooc Caesar, brief mentions of Doflamingo and Caesar's experiments.

It's been a very very long time since I've watched one piece so I apologoize for any mistakes

Other then that please enjoy :)

Relationship headcanons: Caesar Clown

Let's be honest, Caesar has no idea what he's doing.

This is probably his first relationship in his entire life. With that being said, he will definitely mess up a few things but that's fine.

He's very awkward for the first few days.

He shows his affection in his own weird way.

He'll give you an odd gift either in person or it'll be placed next to your bedside. With a note attached, saying how he thought you'd like it.

Speaking of affection, Caesar isn't too fond of getting all affectionate around others. But the moment your behind closed doors, he's quietly asking for a kiss. Or to play with his hair, or to cuddle.

On topic of playing with his hair if you have the chance to, gently run your hands along the base of his horns. It's oddly relaxing as he claims.

Praise is a big thing for Caesar, as most don't take him seriously and insult him whenever they can.

He's a little worried about your safety. Caesar's made plenty of enemies and isn't sure on how long he can rely on Doflamingo's protection to keep the two of you safe.

So hearing you praise him for something simple. He can't help but smile widely.

Just the idea of you getting hurt because of him makes him angry.

It doesn't matter how far your relationship with Caesar is he won't get you involved or even tell you about his experiments.

The only experiment (?) He really tells you about is Smiley. He'll even let you visit Smiley with some supervision and a gas mask.

Overall, Caesar absolutely adores you and will kill for you. <3

If Caesar is busier then usually he'll have Monet watch you until he gets back. However, if you ever have to leave for business or whatever reason. Caesar will pout like a child until you return.

Monet finds all of this funny.

Caesar makes sure that all of the idiots he works with know that your with him. Any of them who are brave or stupid enough to bother you will end up dead.

[gasolineclown]

Caesar got laid and had two kids

(Revamp)

[maxkennedy24]

Inktober2023 Day17 - Demon

[hotchoclid]

rotten little thing

[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.

[mamoru-chiba-ua]

[deadite-central]

Happy birthday Caesar you’re the most accurate rep of someone who’s into chem i’ve seen

[moussofshroom]

they r my guilty pleasure 😔

[edengarden]

Manhandling

Synopsis: Caesar pushes you a little too far. You (have no choice but to) retaliate.

Pairing: Caesar x gn!reader

Warnings:  profanity, (sensitive) horn grabbing, Caesar gets a lil too hot and bothered, reader has grabbable hair, reader’s kinda mean to him (please treat the meow meow with care). Caesar says “ma’am” once. Sadomasochism.

WARNING: THIS IS HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE. Read at your own risk.

Notes: I was chatting with @lairu while she was drawing Caesar’s 100% expression for the blushing meme, and this is what came of it! Enjoy!

The copy-pasting process from google docs was a little messy so please notify me if the paragraphs aren’t showing in the right order!

You’d like to say that you had developed a certain sort of tolerance for Caesar’s antics. You’d like to say that you’ve gotten used to it, that you know how the story goes. That you can handle it and find ways to avoid his eccentricity. The truth is, Caesar seems to find some twisted pleasure in catching you off-guard and annoying the ever loving shit out of you. Which you had at some point wished you could reciprocate; you were more than ready to stoop down to his level. However, any attention seems to be good attention for Caesar. And while you were prepared to get on his nerves, you weren’t ready to give him what he was so obstinately begging for at the moment. 

Which is how you ended up here. About to reach your damn limit with him while he pressed all the right buttons to piss you off. You had given up on taking deep, calming sighs a while back. 

Caesar slapped your work right out of your hands as if he were swatting away a pesky fly. “You know what you have to do,” he insisted, leaning over your shoulder, taunting you. There was no way in hell you’d actually entertain him and his constant need for attention. Because once you started, there was no stopping. You’d be stuck with his annoying ass until he deemed it was time for him to go. Which usually takes a long fucking time to occur. And there’s no shaking off once you participate in his games. So, you did the next best thing. 

Silently, you got up to your feet, brushed yourself off, and walked right around him. If you walked far enough, maybe you could leave the room and get to another one. A lockable one. However, Caesar had other plans. While you expected him to object to your taking off, you hadn’t planned for him to grab the hair from the back of your head to keep you right where you were. 

Your reaction was instantaneous. You weren’t going to sit around and let some attention-starved man drag you around by the hair as if your job was to entertain him. It was all too embarrassing to let him do something like that to you. So, with a quick hand, you grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard enough for him to let go of your hair. You turned on your heels and, focused on giving him a taste of his own medicine, your hand that wasn’t currently letting go of his wrist reached up to grab at the base of his horn. You sneered at him as you pushed him backwards until his back crashed against the wall. Caesar let out a pathetic yelp as you kept him trapped  between you and the wall, his shoulders tensing and his head tilting, trying to ease the pressure you put on his horn.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you ruffian?!” He cried out, as if he weren’t in one great, big self-dug grave. You couldn’t even take him seriously; not with the way your grip on his horn was obviously affecting him. Flushed, tense, nearly hyperventilating, dilated pupils and upturned eyebrows. The touch, as well as the sudden domineering attitude you put forth was doing things to him and maybe you’d have taken notice of it if you weren’t as pissed off as you currently were. Still, he somehow found the audacity to speak as if he hadn’t brought this upon himself. 

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” you practically spat at him, pulling on his horn. Caesar let out a pathetic whimper when his head was forced back a little. Had you been in your right mind, maybe you’d have felt a little bad for him. Or maybe you’d have noticed that he had melted into your touch a little, as if he were enjoying the brutal way you were handling him at the moment. “But you do not get to fucking manhandle me around as if I’m merely here for your entertainment. Am I clear?” 

Caesar’s chest was heaving up and down as his breathing had yet to calm down a little. He wasn’t in the right mindset to fully understand what you were saying, but you weren’t in the right mindset to comprehend that. So, instead, you gave another harsh tug on his horn. His knees buckled as he yelped. One of his hands came to weakly grasp at your wrist. “Please..!” He whimpered. The touch seemed to bring you back a little and you lessened the pressure. 

“I said; am I clear?” You repeated. You’d gone this far; the least you could hope for is that this would at least bear fruit in some way. Caesar tried to nod, but was unable to do so. You still wanted an answer from him. “Am I clear?” 

“Yes..!” He quickly replied, most likely saying this to save his skin more than anything else. You weren’t having that. You needed more confirmation of his understanding. So, shifting your hand down on his horn to firmly grasp it at the very base, where you supposed it was attached to his skull, you growled out a ‘yes, what?’. You’d expected him to confirm that he wouldn’t treat you like crass anymore. “Yes, ma’am!” He whined. His back slid down on the wall a little as his knees seemed to give out. His eyebrows scrunched together in some odd semblance of pain, though he seemed quite far from actually suffering. 

You hadn’t expected that type of response, and you were a bit scared of the reaction it internally coaxed. Out of shock, you withdrew from him completely, frowning in slight confusion at him. “Just don’t treat me like that again.” You replied. You took a few steps away from him as Caesar tried to gain his bearings. He pressed a gloved hand to his face, as if trying to gauge how flushed he was at the moment, despite, well, wearing a glove and knowing it would prevent him from feeling temperature altogether. Though from the fact that he didn’t seem all that far from sweating, it should be enough of a sign for him to realize that he was incredibly red at the moment. He looked down at you with dilated pupils and slightly upturned eyebrows. His eyes were a bit foggy; not quite all there yet. 

“You, uh…” He huffed out, catching his breath a little. He was still leaning against the wall. Now that you were a bit calmer, you couldn’t believe what you’ve done to him. The extent to which you… influenced him. That sort of power made you feel… good. Were you not a decent person, you might have tried it again on him, right now. 

Instead, you decided to flee before Caesar could convince you to give in to your impulses. 

[cryptic-clowns]

Pov. You're not authorized to be in the lab 😂