#op caesar clown

[fanaticsnail]

Dreaming of You

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 700+, 900+, 860+, 1,400+

Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. Doflamingo, Caesar, Rosinante "Corazon".

Warnings: wet dreams, afab!reader, swearing, masturbation, dub con (Using your image to masturbate to), suggestive content, yandere, obsession, feelings, all individual 'x reader' drabbles, same reader!insert different outcome, NSFW, 18+, MDNI.

Notes: Dreaming of You Masterlist Here, Please read the warnings. I am having a lot of fun with this series, not going to lie. You can sense my favoritism with my word count. First time writing for Caesar Clown. Art link.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

Legs caging his head beneath you, you drew up your forearm to shield your eyes as the other reached down and braced your trembling hands against his chest. Grinding on his face, his smile grows wider the louder your cries of bliss fall from your lips. 

“I'm gonna-... Mmmgh-... I'm gonna cum again,” you sob, desperately writhing on top of his face in shame. He hooked his large arm over your thigh and braced your lower back over his mouth and held you firmly as he more desperately licked through your body. 

Huffing and panting, he continues driving his tongue between your wet folds and mouthing at your clit. Feeling your whole body tremble above him, he drew his unoccupied hand down to tug at his cock, giving you a show from your position looking down at him. 

His eyes grew black with lust as he watched the involuntary quake of your ass over his face, your voice mewling his name for the fourth time as he chased another desperate spasm of your walls clenching down and contracting in his mouth. 

“Plap, plap, plap.” His tongue greedily bullied your needy cunt, coating his lips, nose and chin in a slicked elixir of your nectar over his face as you desperately sobbed for him. Relentlessly chasing that high of watching you use his body to achieve ecstasy above him, he growled into your body, the vibrations within his mouth causing you to shriek. 

Latching onto your clit, he rolled his flattened tongue over the sensitive bud before mouthing at it in open and desperate kisses. Lapping at your juices, he felt his cock twitch in his hand from pistoning his shaft, squeezing his nob and thumbing over the pearlescent drop of his precum. 

“Can I cum? Can I cum?” you whined for him, gripping his chest and tensing your body above him to halt your eruption from over-encumbering your body in heated bliss, “Please? I'll be good. I'll be so good if you let me cum again?” He growled again into your body, moving both of his hands under your thighs and pinned you to his face by interlacing his fingers. 

As he felt your high approaching, he frantically nodded to give you permission to use his face to usher in the lightning sparks of pleasure over your body. You cried his name, dousing his face in a gush of sickened ecstasy as he hummed up into you. 

“I-I’m cumming,” you mewled, eyes rolling back and grinding down on his face. “I’m c-cumming.” You hummed your praises down at him as you stuttered over his name and sobbed your gratitude. 

Eyes rolling back into his head, he shot rope after rope of cum spattering up onto his torso as you squealed in joy at the display. 

“O-Oh, so much,” you whined down at him, body hands now pressed onto his chest as he slowed down his momentum rolling his tongue over you. “You came so much!” You exclaimed with a soft giggle. He hummed beneath you, softly kissing in open mouthed presses, romancing your pussy with his passionate oscillations. 

He whined against your lips, groaning into you as the aftershocks rush over him in wave after wave of chaotic lightning. Holding you firmly to him, he continued rolling his tongue between your folds like it was the only thing tethering himself to the earth. 

He savored the feeling of your body trapping him with your heat, the way you tasted cumming on his face and drowning him in your ecstasy, as he bucked up with each twitch of his cock spurting his untouched ropes over his stomach and chest.

“Mmm,” he hums into you, flicking his tongue over both his and your lips as he comes down from his high, immediately shocked to see nothing above him in his bed when he opens his eyes. He springs up in his bed, looking around the room for you but finding nothing in his room aside from his personal effects. 

Eyes wide and frantic, he scrambles in his bed and grabs at the bedsheets. Elevating his duvet and glancing down at his bare body, and grimacing at the sticky cum attaching his bedsheets to his quivering cock. 

Doflamingo

“Untouched?” He glared in betrayal at his twitching cock dancing proudly as it deflated, “Untouched?!” He circled his fist over his shaft and choked it within a firm grasp. Beginning to piston his oversensitive cock, he growled at himself. 

“You-...” he pictured the way your pretty little whimpers called his name, beckoning him closer to bliss with each pump of his cock, “...-You little tease.” 

His motions both picked up over his cock, his fist punching his pelvis and balls sucked into his abdomen, as he desperately chased his own release while frantically repicturing consuming yours. He pictured you whimpering above him, your legs shaking like a butterfly loosening the dew from its wings in the morning. 

His eyes rolled black as he continued pumping his shaft, picturing you above him as he did in his dreams before looking to his Den-Den mushi beside him. The sleeping snail snored gently beside his clock, prompting him to grimace at the time depicted beside it. 

“If I'm up and thinking of you,” he growled, reaching his unoccupied hand up to the shell and dialing your personal transponder code, “I'm gonna make you think of me.” As the chatter from the snail awoke, your sleepy tone called over to him from the mouth of the snail. 

“G-... Good morning, sir?” you mumbled to him, the subtle shift of your bed linens rustling caused Doflamingo to roll his hips to the sound, “Why are you calling me at…” you paused to yawn, Doflamingo picturing that cute little squeak you make as you reach the perfect stretch to rid yourself of sleep, “...Three in the morning?”

“Thinking of you,” Doflamingo purred sultrily into the snail's mouthpiece, “Dreaming of you.” You groaned at him, the rustling of the transponder informed him you were moving in your bed. 

“Okay, lord Doflamingo,” you murmured lazily into the mouthpiece, “Got a mission for me? Is that it? Dreaming of me fulfilling some brutal task for you well into the night?” He pictured you sitting up and waiting for him to give you orders, mouth watering as he pictured how eager you'd be to make his vision come alive. 

As the silence hung in the air between you, you offered him one final prompt to offer you a semblance of explanation. 

“Please, sir. Tell me how I can make your dreams come true?” you asked him boredly and sarcastically, “I’ve only just got back from the last mission, carried it out successfully if you were wondering.” He grinned and rolled onto his side and glared into the mouth of the snail.

“You're always so fucking good to me,” Doflamingo praised you, flicking his tongue across his lips, “You'd follow my orders until the day you die, won't you? My dark angel. My deadly assassin. My little muse.”

After a moment of silence, you offer him a disgruntled growl and he pictured you glaring at him through the snail, “What do you need me to do, sir? Can it wait?” He laughed his deep rumble into the mouthpiece before rolling onto his back. 

“You know what you can do, pretty thing?” he purred with a deep rumble into the speaker, “You can listen to me touch myself while I think about you sitting on my face.” His nonchalant attitude had silence falling from your end, prompting him to reconfirm his directions. 

“You hear me, pet?” he snickered at the snail, grasping and tugging at his cock while a sickening smirk split his face in a sinister grin, “Answer me when I give you orders.” A low growl emitted from the other end of the receiver. 

“I am not a concubine, sir,” you snarled your disdain for him into the receiver, prompting him to piston his cock harder in his fist, “Don't treat me like some whore in the night-.”

“-If you were a whore, I'd simply summon you here and ravage your tight little cunt with my cock until I hear you scream my name,” Doflamingo growled into the Den-Den, “Call what I'm asking you to do ‘a kindness’.” He sweetened his tone, purring and cooing at you as if his request was the simplest orders you could ever receive, “All I want you to do is listen to me fuck my fist while I picture you rolling your hips over my mouth.”

After a momentary silence and a sharp exhale of agitation, you growled back at him. 

“If I was rolling my hips over your mouth, you'd be silent and do as you're told,” your blunt response had Doflamingo involuntarily buck into his hand, gasping like a stallion at their first taste of a broodmare. 

“Oh, would I now?” he whispered in a husky tone, thumbing over his nob and groaning at the feeling, “What would I be told to do, mi amorcito? Tell me.” There was another pause of silence between you, Doflamingo waiting patiently to hear how you’d respond to his little taunt. 

“You really want to do this, Doflamingo?” Your harsh chastising broke him away from his harsh momentum of thrusting into his hand and had him stare at the receiver. He hissed out a soft “Yes,” in response, prompting your smirking laugh to rise from the mouthpiece. 

“Then invite me to your suite,” you suggested nonchalantly, “I'd be happy to bully you in person,” you paused, whispering into the receiver with a soft purr, “If you can take it.”

“Oh, I can take it.”

Caesar 

“Wha-...?!” he exclaims in shock, witnessing his cock twitch in betrayal. He sits in silence, staring down at himself in horror. Running his cool digits over the display of lust spurted on his skin and rolled it between his fingers with a grimace. 

“I didn’t-...” his sentence falls short as he looked around his cold room, his lips falling into a soft pout, “...You didn’t even fuck me in my dreams?” His pout deepened, his pointed nose sniffing back a soft sob. 

Rolling out of his bed, he stood tall and winced as he felt glubs of his spend roll down his torso and drop onto the floor. He downturned his smile, sweat pooling at his temple as he walked over to his desk and found a discarded lab coat. Rolling the material over his stomach, he tidied up his mess and sniffed a soft sob back.

“Even in my dreams, you elude me. You run from me,” he looks to a folded manila folder on his desk, opening the crease and looking at your file. The firm words beside your name printed in bold, his blood running cold at the sight. 

With the face of an angel, the softest smile painted on your canceled bounty, he ran his fingers over your printed skin and creased his brows into the center of his head. 

“Doflamingo’s favorite assassin,” he murmured, discarding the lab coat and sitting naked at his desk, “His pretty little pet,” his thumb brushed over your smile on the paper before drawing his palm over the page, “Someone that will never be mine, even if I beg.” 

He whimpered as he stared down at the page, his unoccupied hand circled his cock and squeezed it in his fist. Giving it a testing tug, he sifted through his collection of den-den images of you in the manilla folder. 

Sucking his bottom lip into his teeth, he began to piston his shaft with his firm grip as he focussed on your picture. Your face held such an innocence for someone so deadly: standing beside Doflamingo at a gala, gazing up into the face of Sir Crocodile with a light smile. So pretty, so charming.

So out of his league, you wouldn’t spare him a single glance. 

He began to tug at himself harder, rolling his hips up into his hand as he stumbled upon his favorite three pictures. All so different and holding him hostage to how he could picture your face contorting in pleasure as he chased his high in his hand. 

The first was a simple image he had managed to snap as you sat across him at the table: in your simple Donquixote assigned uniform as you paid attention to every word relayed from Doflamingo. You had an air of confidence, your chin angled high and a soft purse of your lips.

“Hhah-...” he whined through his pants, feeling himself come closer to the edge as he pictured what it could be like to kiss those lips and feel your face against his. Shaking his head, he moved onto the second image in his collection.

The vengeance and wrath written on your face as it was covered in violent bloodlust, your weapon in your hand and standing victorious after landing your final blow. You looked like you would’ve ripped your enemies’ throat out with your teeth to win that fight, and he wanted to be the target of that feral gaze so desperately. 

“Nnnghh-...” he whimpered, his cock beginning to twitch, his balls sucking up into his stomach as he continued to stare down at his collection of pictures of you. His jaw fell slack, him finally finding the last picture of you: one he was sure you thought was destroyed for good. 

The picture was soft, well loved from the firm grip Caesar would hold it in regularly, peeling up at the corners and creased. Your face was flushed, your eyes wide and looking up with an almost adoring innocence, your hair pinned out of your face and dressed in an outfit intended for flamenco. 

Your skin was revealed in a lusting dip, the pink of the material dipping over your chest in a deep 'V' and cinching in the small of your waist and flaring at the hips. The amount of flesh revealed beneath the material held such contrast to the innocence of your eyes. 

“F-F-F-...” he huffed, sucking on his bottom lip and feeling himself spill over into his hand, spurting ropes of hot, sticky cum against the underside of his desk, “...Fuck.” He rocked his hips in time to the spurts, feeling his eyes begin to prick with the similar sting of tears each time he tainted your image in this way. 

Hot rolls of his glassy tears spilled from his eyes and trickled down his cheeks into his quivering lips. Sobs escaped his mouth, sniffing back the heavier cries as he placed your image back into the manila folder and shut the crease closed. He placed his head over the cardboard exterior and his shoulders began to shake with sorrow. 

“No wonder you don’t like me,” he muffled between his whimpered sobs, “I’m fucking pathetic.” 

Rosinante “Corazon”

He sprung up from his bed and immediately stomped over to his bathroom with shock written on his face. He ran the shower, remaining unblinking and appalled at himself as he stepped beneath the pelting water. 

“Silence,” he whispered, clicking his fingers beneath the water and creating a rotund, soundproof barrier within the small cubicle and immediately balling his fist and slamming it against the damp ceramic. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled at himself, clenching his eyes shut and haunted by the image of your body using his face to grind and shake on his tongue, “C’mon, Rosinante. You’re a marine, you’re a spy, you’re a double agent, you’re the son of a celestial dragon, you’re-... you’re-...” he looked down at his cock, his shame washing away with the hot water and pooling at his feet before swirling in the drain.

“...-You’re in love?” he tilts his chin to the side as his heart hammers heavy within his chest, “In love with an assassin sworn to kill the likes of you without a second thought.” He huffs, lifting his head in the air and allowing the scorching liquid to hammer at his face. Shaking his hair, the drops cling to his golden locks and coat his forehead and eyes with the damp curls. 

He brings up his hands and cards them through his hair, staring up at the circular shower head and pouting. The drops do nothing to stifle the smoldering embers in his heart, the image behind his eyes are only of you and your smile. 

Drawing his mind back to your encounters of the past, he was touched that you had learnt to sign with your hands to speak and translate for him at meetings to save time and paper. Those signs he loved seeing you flutter at him to entertain him at social galas, the humor of your risque commentary you give him with simple gestures of your hands with a completely straight face. 

Your kindness in such a dark place had been refreshing, especially considering your title of Doflamingo’s favorite assassin led him to assume you were just as horrible as his brother was. He viewed your smile as a gift, your offer of a dance as a blessing, and the protection of your constant rapid dexterity to manage Doflamingo’s temper, and maintain your standing effortlessly, had him immediately targeting you for unintentional aid in his private cause. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, hanging his head and shifting the water to pummel at his neck and shoulderblades, “Shit,” he shook his head and thumped at the shower wall once more. His hand slipped on the condensation, sliding to the side and propelling his forehead to beat against the tiles with a slick ‘thud,’ prompting him to hiss out a curt: “Ouch!”

After showering, drying himself off, dressing and painting his signature smile over his cheeks, he began the soft trudge into town with his hat clasped firmly over his head. A embroidered card with his heart written within the contents, a bouquet of dark red el ceibo, large and soft pink roses, and several sprigs of yellow calafate, and the promise of potentially spending a night together, was propelling him to approach the training room you took.

Knocking twice on the doorframe beside the door, he witnessed you in your training garb pummeling into a hanging boxing bag with your hands bound in wraps, and your ankles strapped. Noticing the knock, you curled your head up at him and offered him a soft smile. 

“Corazon,” you halted the swinging of the bag by pressing your hands against the material, “Something the matter, sir?” He noticed your inquisition, your brows immediately furrowing in confusion the moment you looked at his hands. Gulping back his courage, he held out his gifts and darted his apprehensive, hazel eyes between yours.

“Cora…” you look to his hands and back to his face for further explanation, “What are you doing?” He triangulated his brows up, silently begging you to take the flowers and the card from his outstretched offering. You slowly reached your bound hands toward him and claimed the flowers and card from him without tearing your eyes from his. 

Placing the flowers and card on the bench where your bag was, you looked down to his hands and back up to his eyes before narrowing your pointed gaze up at him. Rosinante physically stuttered with his hands, thankful his Devil-Fruit silenced the soft whimper from fleeing into the air. You waited patiently for further information from the tall, silent Donquixote brother, folding your arms over your chest and pointing with your eyes down at his hands once more. 

Rosinante sighed, his hands moving in fluid gestures to depict his thoughts with his fingertips and palms, “I wanted to give you something nice, tell you how I feel about you, and ask if you’d allow me the opportunity to see where we go. If you’re receptive to my advances-.” Stepping towards him, you press your hands over his wrists to halt his flurry of rapid gestures.

“Why are you doing this, sir?” you hush your voice into a low whisper, darting your eyes between his and seeming to panic, “I-... We-...” you trail off, your hands gripping him painfully hard, “...Please don’t do this, Corazon.” 

His own eyes widened in panic, unsure as to why you’re gripping him so hard and seeming to reject him so harshly. Glancing down at your eyes, looking to your lip, your hard mask began to shift as he mirrored your expression. He kicked the door to the training room closed behind him, motioning the both of you out of sight of the den-den-snail in the corner of the room. He held his middle finger with his thumb: uttering a simple word, “Silence.”

Shock wrote itself on your face the moment he spoke and maneuvered you around the room with poised elegance and ease. He gulped back his nerves, uttering a simple few words: “Code: 0-1-7-4-6, Rosinante. Based at Headquarters under Fleet-Admiral Sengoku. Current rank: Marine Commander. Mission: find the ope-ope-no-mi, and stop my brother’s insanity from plaguing the masses. Four years serving under cover.” 

His lip quivered as he darted his eyes between yours, and hoped his assumption was correct. You gulped your own hesitation, clenching your jaw at his admittance before speaking your own. 

“Code: 3-0-1-3-7,” you whispered your name beneath your breath, hardening your resolve further with your brow creased firmly, “Based at sea under Vice-Admiral Garp. Current rank: Marine Captain. Mission: keep Doflamingo from gaining too much dominion over the other warlords, and maintain the status quo as his most trusted assassin. Seven years serving under cover.” 

Rosinante huffed out a sigh of relief, his shoulders physically dropping as if a weight had been lifted from its perch against him. Your lips twitched up in a soft smile, looking between his eyes and releasing his wrists from your grip. 

“You can talk,” you nod at him, huffing out a small agitated laugh, “This whole time, you’ve been making me talk for you by translating ‘sign’ for the others here, and you could talk the whole damn time.” 

“I didn’t make you do any of those things,” he reached up, tucking your hair behind your ear and leaning down towards you with a soft expression, “And I like hearing you talk for me. My words sound prettier spilling from your lips.” You laugh at him, shaking your head and reaching up your hands to his fingers once more. 

“What made you break?” you asked him, darting your eyes around his painted lips and his pointed blue markings beneath his left eye. He gave you a crooked smile, caressing your cheek gently before parroting back your sentiment with, “What made you?”

“I just-...” you huffed out an exasperated breath and straightened your shoulders, “...I couldn’t lie to you, Corazon. You always felt different, somehow. Special, even,” you laughed in a soft pant, “What gave me up?” He smiled, pressing his golden hair against your forehead and closing the distance. 

“You had that look in your eye,” he crooned down in his deep baritone, shooting tingles up your spine, “The one that I just knew you were like me,” he mirrored your laugh, wrapping his arms around your neck, “And I couldn’t lie to you, either.” 

You nod to him, looking at the flowers and card, and back up at him with a curious look on your face, “What made you do this now?” A warm blush grew over his face, prompting him to suck his lips into his teeth and snicker.

“In the spirit of remaining truthful with you,” he rubbed his nose gently with yours, “I have a confession to make about last night…”

[srpayt0n]

The silly!!! omg...again???? yes

[mosi13]

Caesar with his baby (i love Smiley, WHY HE KILL HIM)

The second drawing is older but fits very well lmao 🤓

[starrybblue]

Having fun doodling Caesar in various things <33 gonna make this old goat a pretty princess soon 🤭

[melodich4n]

Punk Alt Caesar Clown 💜

[merbear25]

Insatiable (Caesar Clown)

A/n: I haven't written anything of my own in a while. It's of the goat man, go figure.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, gn!reader but fem!reader in mind, penetrative sex, potential risk to reader's safety, animal death

A delicate balance of personalities that whet an appetite that neither of you had ever felt such immense hunger for. The depravity that was lured out of you matched his own, giving it the open fields it needed to run wild. Sink your teeth into the flesh of desire and you will never know greater satisfaction. However, the pangs of hunger would never soothe—a lesson you learned shortly after your first taste.

Even under the strained lighting of the lab, each gentle dip and curve of yours was highlighted to his liking. He threw you on top of the table, its sudden rattling caused the caged animals to stir restlessly. Their beady eyes dared not bear witness to the act that was about to ensue.

Rough pawing led to eager tugging of each other’s clothes, which were discarded on the cold, faintly stained tiles. Reddened lips parted for a brief moment and gave you the chance to drink in the sight of each other’s earnest forms. Your hands wandered over his bare chest, while he kneaded your hips. With chests heaving in unison, your shared longing was reunited through lip lock that only parted for tangling tongues.

Your creativity for spicing things up kept the sparks between you consistent, their flares threatening to spread a fire that would undoubtedly become uncontrollable. That was a risk you enjoyed teasing each time you laid with him. Feeling his hardened lust against your thigh ignited twisted inspiration.

“Hold that acid above me, while you fuck me.” Your lecherous grunt was agreed to with a cocky smile.

“What a great idea.” The venom soaked words did little to deter you, in fact they made your heart race in the best way possible.

His large hands firmly forced you closer, one of them anchored you down while the other secured the beaker. Your gasps and moans were accompanied by the rattling of equipment and persistent squeaking of the table. Your nails raked down the front of him, leaving behind a sinfully delightful sting. The red trails throbbed and his sharp inhale was quickly followed by low, guttural groans.

Each thrust was becoming more urgent. The trembling of your united bodies was making his grip on the beaker falter. Your sounds, ideas, body: he was entirely captivated by your very being. Abruptly, he threw the substance to the side and wrapped his arms around you. Symphonies of moans and groans did well to cover the screeches of agony in the background.

Passion that caused the paint on the walls to chip and the captured life within to shudder put you in a trance that was seemingly impenetrable. Entangled limbs and raspy begs, he held you close as the peak of ecstasy rushed over his senses and graced you with divine satisfaction that you could only grant each other. Sweat had beaded on his brow and your exhausted pants mixed in the air between your spent bodies. He leaned down to lavish your neck in feverish kisses. His hands continued roaming over you, appreciating the high you were so willing to give him. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you welcomed the unrestrained affection he so rarely gave. You bore your neck to him further, resting your temple on the steel metal. Partially melted bars containing former life in some and mortally wounded in others, while the unscathed cowered in corners flooded your line of vision. An inescapable reality you’d thrown yourself into and all you did was bat your eyes from the physical praise the culprit was ravishing you with. A man who was quick to discard life and the consequences attached to such heathen crimes, and yet you knew you’d keep going back for more. You always did.

[answers-of-the-heart]

@ask-caesarclown-shurororo

[jadeinretrogrde]

is this too niche? pls tell me i'm not alone

[gothbitchjuice]

For Science - NSFW Caesar Clown ONE PIECE Commission ----------------------------------------------

Word Count: 3.5k

TW: Pollen k!nk-adjacent, needles, slight noncon

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The faint sound of glass clinking against glass echoed lightly through the air, accompanied by shuffling of a pair of feet and the occasional grunt of approval. Small, colorful 'poofs' of gas would appear in the air and just as quickly dissipate. Over and over, this was the process observed in Caesar Clown's laboratory on this particular day. Usually, the man was more than certain of his scientific process - he was an arrogant man of science, after all! Today, however, he found himself struggling with the formula in front of him. While creating artificial gumgum fruit came to the giant secondhand, so natural, creating this new biologically warfare item was the farthest thing from it. SAD and SMILEs were like child's play, and now Caesar struggled over his lab table and instruments to the point that he was gritting his teeth in frustration. Of course, he'd never let anyone else know that he was caught up over something so ideally minuscule. He was too prideful for that.

Another annoyed growl ripped from his lips as he blew his own cover. "Y/n!!" He called out with a sneer, setting the glass vials down and pinching the bridge of his nose. Long legs carried the beautiful assistant into view, stopping within the door frame of the lab, knowing better than to approach Caesar without being directed to do so. "Yes sir, you called?"

"I need a drink." He removed his hand from massaging his nerve, placing both of his large hands flat on the table and peering over his massive shoulder at the striking young blonde. "You know my usual."

She nodded in response, "Right away, sir."

Caesar's eyes followed the silky trail of glass-smooth skin up those long legs, watching as they pivoted and exited the room. After a moment of being lost in his own inappropriate thoughts, he shook his head, as if to clear it, and continued back at his work. Instead of grabbing for the he vials he was originally tampering with, he walked over to his chalkboard, beginning to work chemical equations at lightning speed. Harlow returned, mixed alcoholic beverage in hand, kidding now she could approach her boss. Before she could even call attention to herself, he held out his hand for the drink, and she placed it obediently in his hand, then turned to leave. She only made it a few steps away before his voice came out in a low tone, "I need your eyes, Y/n." It was rare that Caesar would cave for help, but if they're eye anyone he'd admit defeat to, it was his assistant, in the privacy of his science lab - his sanctuary - his safe place.

With a petite grin, she spun on her heel and approached the drawing board, stopping at his side. "What are we working on that's got us stumped..?" She knew to phrase things as a group effort, careful not to outwardly call attention to his struggle. She knew better than to bruise his ego. He ran his long, thick fingers through his raven spiked locks, releasing a pent-up sigh from his lungs. "I've been commissioned for a new weapon, one that targets the enemy's nerve receptors, specifically causing pain, no other feeling.. the problem I'm facing is that I've figured out what the chemical compound for a successful solution, however, despite the various ways I've combined chemicals together, something is still missing as a catalyst to create the reaction which would start the targeting of nerves."

Nodding along and listening as he spoke, sharp eyes read over every chemical equation on the board, computing it all in her head and getting to make sense of it all. "Ah, I think I understand." He, too, nodded and sipped at the drink in his hand as he scanned over the chalk, over and over. He let her read and process in silence, as she usually did. Y/n tended to keep quiet around Caesar, coming across meek and obedient, only really opening up when it was required of her. She really was his best assistant, but a lot of that came from her appearance, Caesar thinking fondly of her as a stone cold fox with an even more attractive brain. Shit- he was getting lost in thought again - focus, Caesar. Harlow turned her head to look to at the large man, pointing and tapping her nail on the board at part of the chemical compound written as the answer. "The catalyst you're missing you don't have in your cabinet, sir. The thing that puts this all together to work is blood. This compound would need to enter the bloodstream and react with the DNA to then attack the nerve receptors. See?" Picking up the chalk, she began to factor in the chemical compound for blood, biting lightly at her bottom lip as she worked through the math in front of him. His eyes followed along on her equation, but trailed up from the chalk to her hand, hand to arm, arm to shoulder, shoulder to - "See, sir?" He blinked, yellowed eyes returning to the math. "Ah, yes.. that makes total sense.. I'd have gotten there eventually, I'm just in a rush." Caesar snickered, washing his hand as if to wave her off knowing he really did get stuck. "Of course sir. If that's all-"

"Hold on now, Y/n. You figured out the missing element and that I don't have it in stock, but you see, you were wrong," Steady hands drew out the chemical in the vial on the table into a syringe before taking an empty hand and grabbing her arm, gripping it tightly. "I have plenty of blood right here. You understand, this is for science! It'll wear off soon... maybe." With a maniacal laugh, he quickly and roughly inserted the needle into her arm, shoving the plumber down with his thumb, emptying the contents into her vein. She shrieked as the burning sensation from being stabbed shocked her system and began to writhe in agony as he blood began activating the serum she just helped create. The pain was insufferable and unbearable, and even those words weren't enough to describe the burning, pin-pricking, ripping, bubbling, shattering pain erupting through her petite frame. "S-Sir!! Help... help me! Make it stop, it works, please! Make it stop!" She gasped for air as if he lungs weren't holding on to oxygen.

"I haven't made an anti-serum. That wasn't asked of me. Just the pain-inducing one you're testing for me now." He laughed, patting the top of her head. "You'll be fine, just ride it out. I'm glad you were smart enough to solve this problem for me."

"Please!" She screamed again, bloodshot eyes looking up and pleading with her boss. He sighed, rolling his eyes as if he was bothered by her agony that he inflicted. "Ugh, fine.. pain is usually subdued by pleasure inhibitors, so go get a massage or something." He began to wave her off again, turning to leave her to figure it out for herself, but was stopped abruptly by her grip on his jacket. "You.. you have to do it. Please sir." Her shaky voice rang in his ears, and he pursed his violet lips.

"I told you what you needed to combat the pain, you need-"

"Pleasure." She interjected. He swallowed at the sound of desperation in that one word. Long fingernails duh further into his jacket, pulling his large frame closer to her face, "You have to do it, you have to be the one to - ah - give me pleasure!" Pants escaped from her throat and leaked over her painted, plump lips. The giant man was beside himself. Surely this girl, his most trusted assistant, his usually meek and distant assistant, wasn't suggesting... was she?

He knew better than to assume. "What do you want me to-"

"Touch me. Hnnnnng..Pleasure me. Numb and combat this."

To see her begging this way was foreign, yet a part of him do within his self found the action stroking his ego and feeding his confidence. Silencing that part of him began to grow more and more difficult. "A-Are you.. soliciting your boss for sex, Y/n?"

Despite the excruciating pain, Y/n yanked him in her grip harder, screaming out before growling in his face, "This is your fucking fault, so fuck away the pain, Caesar!!"

He felt his cock throb at how forward she was. Inner conflict flooded his system, not knowing whether or not he should blur the lines of professionalism for the sake of fixing his mistake in using his assistant like a guinea pig. "This.. this is the serum talking, Y/n, listen, I know I shouldn't have used you like that, but-"

"You're right. You shouldn't have, but you did!" She winced again, nearly doubling over, the only thing keeping her up on her own two feet being the death grip she kept on her boss's oversized lab jacket. She seethed through gritted teeth. "So now you're going to fix it! Y-You are going.. to give me pleasure to combat this.. or I will fucking kill you and make it look like an accident!" The more aggressive Y/n became, the harder Caesar felt his heartbeat in his growing erection. Good god, the way sweat glistened off of her perfect skin.. he was practically salivating, continuing to lose the battle with his morals. Well, lack thereof, being a pirate with a substantial bounty over his head, that is.

"I..I don't-" Rolling her eyes and growling, she yanked one more time at his coat, setting him off balance. He stumbled forward, pushing them back against the lab table, his hands reaching out and finding safety in the flat top, successfully yet unintentionally pinning Y/n between the surface and his towering figure. "Get with it." She demanded, and without further pleading or demanding, she leaned up and kissed him with fever. He was taken aback but was so easily swayed. All bets were off as he shoved away the part of his subconscious that held morals to a standard, his mind flooding with every minuscule thought he'd ever had as his eyes wandered over his assistant over her years of service to him. His lips encapsulated hers as she panted heavily through the pain, every puff outward being inhaled into his own lungs, swallowing each groan, not really sure if it were born of pain or pleasure. One hand lifted from the table behind Y/n to snake its large digits into her thick hair, curling into a firm grip at the base of her scalp and pulling their mouths apart. Before she could protest, his mouth kissed a trail downward, marking claim to her jawbone, neck, and clavicle. Small gasps slipped from her puffy lips as Caesar alternated between wet kisses, light nips, and swift suction. "S'that helping any, eh?" She gasped, "Yes S-Sir.." a chuckle rumbled in his barrel of a chest like thunder rolling through black clouds as he returned to teasing at her upper half. As his mouth worked magic over her skin, he could feel goosebumps form and peak under his lips, causing him to smirk against her. Hand still tangled at her sensitive scalp, he let his nails drag gently against the base of her neck before taking gently again at the girl. "Ah! More!"

He pulled back with another thunderous chuckle. "What a desperate little slut you've become.. all over a little pain? Pathetic." Despite his teasing and taunting, Caesar'a hand retreated from Y/n's hair and made it's way to her top, digits fiddling with every part that kept her covered. Becoming frustrated after just a few seconds, a snarl curled into his lips, and with a "Fuck this." Caesar ripped the garment from her torso, discarding the shredded fabric to the laboratory floor. More of her skin prickled up at the sudden exposure to the cool, sterile air. His hand swept behind her, sending dozens of vials and petrie dishes crashing to the floor, glass breaking into hundreds of pieces at their feet before lifting Y/n with such ease, setting her down at the edge of the now clear table and slotting himself easily between her thighs. His head swam, just feeling the heat radiating on his clothes member from her core.

Her big eyes looked up at him, so round, so full of unadulterated lust and desperation to be free of the pain he'd forced her in. "So I can get to these easier.." He rambled, ducking his head down again, capturing her lips with his own as his touch landed on her perky breast. Ceasar happily caught more gasps from her mouth in his own as he worked over her nipple, it beginning to pebble under his constant touch and play. He palmed at the soft, warm tissue, feeling Y/n's body roll with the fluid motions of his cupping and squeezing, flicking and pinching. Her moans were relentless under his touch, and fuck did it feed the arrogant bastard. Tearing away from her mouth, Caesar replaced his tormenting hands with his wet mouth. His tongue was heavy on her, not surprising for his giant size, as he dragged the muscle over her bud over and over, pulling the breathiest moans from his victim. Gentle teeth lay small bites over and over to solicit yelps of pain and pleasure, switching over and over to suckling and flicking as her frame arched into his torment. Y/n grabbed Caesar by the hair, pulling him back from her chest. "Lower." The cockiest smirk spread over his lips, smeared lip paint left on his cheeks and across her skin from mouth to breasts. No words were needed as he eagerly disposed of her bottoms with just as much ease as he'd done with her top. However, Caesar spared her underwear, admiring the excessively damp spot that he'd caused, shifting his gaze back and forth from the spot to the embarrassed expression on his assistant's face. "Awhh.. are we bashful now? Pathetic." He cackled madly as he pressed his thumb into the wet fabric, and she instinctively grinded back into his touch, desperate for relief. He'd never admit it, but feeling her damp heat through the fabric of her underwear had him close to coming undone. His cock jumped in his pants, straining and struggling against the fabric constraints, with a mind of its own just imagining how much tighter that wet little pussy would be than the pants that confined it.

Caesar leaned in, placing his heavy tongue flat against her covered slit, hands anchored taut at her hips, thumbs digging into the soft spot next to her hip bones to prevent any squirming. "Hah!" Harlow called out, chills going up her back. "More.. need more. Please, it still hurts!"

"Yeah, babe? It still hurt? Beg harder, and maybe I'll eat you out." She flushed, wanting so strongly to rebel against his arrogance. However, she knew she was in no position to be calling the shots when she needed the relief from agony so badly. "F-Fine.. fine... please, Ceas.. need it, need you.. need you inside me.."

His cock twitched again, and his breath audibly caught in the back of his throat. "Didn't expect all that, but.. I guess I can oblige when you talk to me so filthy." Falling to his knees, secretly desperate for Harlow himself, he moved a hand from her hip to free her of the fabric that stood between them both and sweet, sweet relief. "Fuck.." He groaned softly, eyes hooded in pleasure at just the sight of pre-cum oozing from her core and pooling on the table beneath her. Caesar flashed a wicked smile before dragging a finger through her folds, gathering up her slick and presenting it to her. He played with it, the glimmering strings stretching and thinking and breaking as he spread his fingers apart in front of her face. "This is so fucking hot, Y/n.." Lowering his hand back to her bare opening, he gathered up more and let his tongue slowly drag over his sullied fingertips. He inhaled deeply, a darkness overcoming his golden eyes like a shark who had just smelled blood in the water. "Fuckin' hell.. that's so good.. need more.. need it.." She mewed, and Caesar obediently dove in. His tongue lapped up the sweet fluids, drinking it up as the tip of his tongue prodded at her warm entrance. More moaning rolled from Y/n's mouth as her head hung back, barely able to keep herself propped up, Caesar hooking his arms around her spread thighs and trapping them over his shoulders at the edge of the table, splitting her open on the girth of his tongue, but it just wasn't enough. Not for Caesar, not for Y/n. No. They both needed more. He moved a hand back down, continuing his tongue's assault on her clit, now adding in his monstrous digits, beginning to slowly dive deep inside. He hissed at how tight she felt around his fingers, working her open, scissoring two digits open and closed, eventually adding in a third, then a fourth, picking up the pace of his jackhammer arm and swirling of his wet tongue. One arm continued to hold her in place despite her involuntary twitching and attempts to crawl away from the simulation. Caesar was becoming drunk on her taste, kidding himself completely. He'd snapped.

"I can't take this anymore, I need it." He stood quickly, his soaked fingers fumbling with his belt to free his throbbing member. Much to Y/n's astonishment, once freed, Caesar was revealed to be beyond well endowed, almost to a fearful amount - but nothing could be more painful than this serum's effects on her, even being split open on his huge -

"Y/n..y'ready?" She hesitated but nodded quickly, the pause of touch bringing back the agony. As she consented, he easily lined himself up with her entrance, spitting on his length and giving it a few pumps while eyeing her with a smirk, the slick of his saliva mixing with the beading pre at his tip. He pushed her back to lie down, returning his grip to her plush thighs as he slowly pushed himself into her. A hiss of lust snaked is way from his throat, "Your pussy's so fuckin' tight, Y/n.. shit.. 's so good.." He could feel her body struggle to take him, but her blissed out expression told a different story. A long, airy moan filled the room as he bottomed out inside her, her walls squeezing and pulsating around his hard cock. He began slow, feeling the drag and pull of his thrusts drawing out more and more illicit noises, knowing that he was actually numbing the pain he'd subjected her to. Feeling her body relax under him, he began to pick up the pace, a hand finding it's way down to her abdomen, pressing gently down to feel himself pumping in and out as his tip inside bumped I'm to his palm on top of her stomach.

"I'm so full!" Y/n cried out, his tip hitting her g-spot over and over. Caesar moved his hand ever so slightly to allow his thumb to grace small circles over her already puffy clit. A warmth began building, a knot forming, a coil tightening. Y/n panted, legs vibrating at the sides of his thrusting hips. Even he began to start buckling. Their combined, staggard moans of ecstacy began to build and collide, and the legs of the lab table beneath them began to claret and shake. "I..I think I'm gonna-" She cried out, and Caesar grinned like a madman as he kept pace with his hips and thumb. "Do it." The feeling of her coming undone was enough to send Caesar over the edge, knees buckling and spilling inside of her quivering, tight pussy. Small leaks began to pour out in what little space it had to escape, and he leaned over her body as he tried to catch his breath. Both of their heads were swimming, coming down from the high of a strong orgasm ripping through their bodies.

"It.. it wore off." Caesar nodded as he stood up straight and pulled out, cum spilling from Y/n's tight, pulsing entrance and coating his cock. "That's good, I'm uh.. happy to have helped." Blushing madly and sitting up on her elbows, Y/n scowled. "Are you kidding?? You did this to me! I should report you!"

Caesar laughed tiredly, placing a soft 'tap tape on her cheek with a cupped hand. "How's about I give you a nice raise for your troubles and take you for dinner instead, and don't act like you didn't love every second of it.. baby."

[stillxnunpxidintern]

All of the Caesar Clown that I have on Treasure Cruise

[gasolineclown]

Caesar got laid and had two kids

(Revamp)

[fanaticsnail]

Aphrodisiac: Caesar Clown

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 2,600+

Themes: Caesar x f!reader, gendered terms used, aphrodisiac (reader), dub con, crying, whimpering, kissing, breeding mentioned, creampies, oral, multiple orgasms, angst, fluff, unrequited requited love, mdni, smut, 18+, nsfw.

Notes: It is @imveryyellow's birthday! Happy birthday, you absolute darling. I am so happy to share this fic made for you. I hope you like it! Art source from One Piece.

The crude squelching of hips snapping against hips echoed throughout the laboratory at the base of the Charlotte's keep. Pace set in an impossible rhythm, all fast and jagged, Caesar Clown exhaled in shaken pants and huffs of breath with every in-thrust.

“C-Caesar-!” you whined, cupping his hand gripping your thighs to hold him close while he stapled you to his desk, “Please, fuck me harder! I can't take much more of this!”

Caesar couldn't agree more, his stamina slowly depleting the longer he held you against himself. It was agony for him, each muscle contracting while his knees creaked and begged him to stop.

With the backs of your thighs against his stomach, holding both knees against his much larger chest, he continued driving in his extremely larger cock into your tiny cunt while sobbing out your name. With each buck forward, your breasts rippled and bounced for him.

Paper flying over the desk, several bottles of unmarked, cloudy liquids scattered on the floor, Caesar felt his edge approach once more. Your walls gripped and contracted around him, fluttering innocently like the wings of a butterfly while you began milking him of his release.

“Breed me, Caesar! Give me your cum. N-Need it!” you whimpered, tears beginning to pool on your waterline and sting at your creases. “Please fill me up. Please, please, please.”

“O-Oh, sh-sh-shit-!” Caesar cried in defeat, immediately flooding you with thick ropes of white, viscous splashback pooling at your entrance and painting his stomach with his release. Your vision split with a crack of lightning, abdomen contracting and squirting on his crotch as his tip flicked a switch deep within your body.

Both riding through your highs, he curled his body against yours and tested the flexibility in your legs and back. Holding his cock within your pussy, Caesar looked down at you with eyes holding the greatest sympathy.

He didn't mean for this to happen. Neither of you did. Lying beneath him, nipples pebbled, skin erupting in a sheen of beaded sweat, and goose-flesh puckering at every follicle on your body, your brows furrowed and eyes clenched while you caught your breath.

“How are you feeling, miss?” Caesar asked you softly, laying your legs either side of his hips and gently caressing your cheek.

“I-I-... I-... I need more,” you whimpered up at him, leaning into his touch and already feeling another wave of need rise in your gut and hold onto his cock. Caesar clicks his tongue empathetically before groaning at the way your pussy began squeezing him.

“I know, I know, I'm sorry. I wish it was anyone else-... That I was anyone else,” he admitted softly, attempting to stuff you with his rapidly reducing cock to no avail. “I promise, not much longer. I'm doing my absolute best for you.”

You sobbed when he retracted his cock from your needy core, but your cries morphed immediately to moans when he knelt between your legs and began kissing apologetically against your overly sensitive cunt. Kisses moved to swipes of his tongue flicking against your clit before moving down and drawing his former release out and consuming it alongside your arousal.

Each movement he made was an apology against your body. Each time he bobbed and swiped his head against your core, his honey coloured eyes flicked up to watch over your features. He read your body like a book, a scientist using your wriggles and bucks as a guide for testing his hypothesis regarding your pleasure.

Encouraging your hands down to grip his horns, he allowed you to guide him to move exactly as you needed him to. Feeling you once again close to your release, he chased your ecstasy while you reined him in.

“G-Gonna cum again-!” you warned him, shouting as your thighs shook over his ears, “Hghnmmm- Caesar!” Caesar gripped the desk beneath your ass, his knuckles swelling with white from the firm grasp while you abused his head by bucking into his face. He couldn't help the way his cock began to swell at the moment you coated his face with your transparent cum.

Slowly mouthing at your sensitive clit before drawing down to your slit, he romanced you with skilled ministrations against your quivering pussy. You released his horns from your grip and slumped back onto the wooden desk. Paper stuck to your back as you moved to look at the man kneeling beneath you.

Finally pulling his lips away from your pussy, he peered up at you through humble and innocent lashes.

“Any better?” he queries, his lips glistening with your slick coating it in a heavy sheen. “Worn off yet, or do you need more?” He rose back up before falling back onto his swiveling office chair.

You took a moment to drink him in, noting how worn and haggard his expression was. Eyes half-lidded and lips pouting, Caesar was exhausted, but his cock bobbed up invitingly against his abdomen.

“More.”

Working as the administrator for the Charlotte family, it was your job to personally oversee the progress Caesar Clown was making on the remedy for Big Mom's predicament. The impossibility she had found herself facing was the fact that, while she could continue making more and more children, her sons needed incubators for their seed to sprout into new life. They were impossibly large, and no spouse she found for them were fearless enough to take them.

She tried everything to bribe their partners into getting in the mood for them. Money, sweets, alcohol, time away from her island, returning home to their families as a bargaining chip for whether they become pregnant - but nothing worked. All out of resources, she procured the infamous scientist, Caesar Clown, to produce either a sufficient option for external insemination, or the easier option: an aphrodisiac.

Caesar went with the latter option.

Extracting spores from mushrooms, pollen from flowers, and remedies from herbs growing throughout the island: he bound them together in a centrifuge before fermenting them in demijohns beside his desk.

As you made your way towards his office, you were in your own head about everything balancing among your duties. Seek out Caesar, organize a delivery for sweets, find the kitchen staff and stock take inventory, likely return to Caesar once more to check up again, visit with Oven and Katakuri to get progress on their away missions, organize tea with Brulee and Pudding, hire a new groundskeeper to replace the one Big Mom was unsatisfied with, visit Caesar again to triple check his development: all to be done in a well timed manner and coinciding with tea and biscuits in the main hall with Big Mom to fill her in.

Big Mom has been working you to the brink of insanity, and you have been neglecting your most basic needs. Although eating and drinking, you barely got any sleep and you had no time to seek out any romantic interests of your own. You were no longer your own person. You lived and breathed to serve the Charlotte's, and you wore that title remarkably well.

The only person outside of the Charlotte's you got to see regularly was the clown working away at his desk. You saw no point in procuring him initially on a permanent payroll for the Charlotte's, but the fact he was attractive, and he was very easy for you to look at and talk to, meant a lot to you while you interacted with one another daily.

Everything was always: ‘yes, miss,’ ‘no, miss’, ‘not yet, miss’, and ‘as you wish, miss’ with him. He would look up at you, regardless as to how much smaller you were than the giant, and hold you on a pedestal as his only interaction with the outside world of late. You could tell he liked you, and you truly had no intention of ever taking it further than that…

…Until you knocked over one of the demijohns and spilled the unmarked liquid all over yourself.

The reaction was immediate: Caesar hastily sprinting to his feet and finding clothes and towels to dab it from your flesh while cursing, not at the loss of liquid, but how you were immediately exposed to it. He babbled out about how he was yet to find a remedy for the brew, and how there was only one way to dispose of the substance from your body.

You were barely alert to his words. As soon as the scent fled to your nose and fogged your vision in lustful clouds, your panties immediately splashed with the haste of your arousal. Without even being touched by an external source, simply the wind Caesar produced against your body while hastily drying your skin and cleaning you up was enough to have you climax immediately.

The mewls and cries you expelled, your pussy spasming in euphoria without ever being touched, was enough to inform Caesar that his product was well in motion and coursing through your veins.

“Miss, are you alright?” he asked softly, disposing of the rags immediately. His hands clasped around your ankles to check in on you, but your mind was in such a daze that you couldn't do anything other than suck in a shaken breath. Your knees buckled and you dropped a stack of paperwork you were carrying on the floor beneath you.

“C-Caesar,” you whined for him, attempting to clench your legs shut to provide your pussy with stimulation. “What the fuck did I just knock over? C-... Fuck-... Caesar, I n-need-... I need-...”

Immediately, you leaned down and captured his lips with your own, morphing them needily against his while reaching towards your clothes and peeling them from yourself. Caesar muffled a cry against your lips, scampering backwards and attempting to pull himself away to save you from using him to defile yourself with.

In lieu of calling you the little title he'd bestowed onto you, he whispered your name against your lips to gain your attention. Using his chin to pry himself away from your lips, he tried to have you see reason. He knew there was truly no use, the potent aphrodisiac now taking to your bloodstream through your respiratory system, and in search of one thing only he could truly give you.

You needed to be filled with his cum, and you needed to ride it out for as long as your pulse beat with the aphrodisiac flooding your system.

Caution to the wind, Caesar attempted to be as careful as he could with you in aiding you to a comfortable position, but he halted as soon as your hands began touching his cock. He was nowhere near as aroused as you were in your heightened state, but your enthusiasm for him caused his cock to immediately spring up in attention.

Caesar’s empathy was unmatched in this situation. He knew what Big Mom wanted, and this batch was extremely potent. Although he found you attractive and adored spending time with you, he knew that you would never want him the way he wanted you without this.

As he removed your arousal-soaked panties, and peeled off his garb, slowly placing your back against the desk, the only phrase he repeated was two words to depict his honesty intentions.

“I'm sorry.”

Using the reserves of your strength, you moved to stand on jellied legs. Hastily closing the distance between you both, you straddled his lap and sunk down your dripping pussy onto his cock and sighed in relief at the merger. Caesar groaned out and gently began rocking you up over his shaft by clapping a hand on either side of your ass.

He was so much larger than you, even from this position, your faces could barely touch. Opting instead to nuzzle into his chest, you both lazily rolled in time with one another while you felt the need once again bloom in your abdomen and spur you on.

“I'm sorry,” he again whispered, moving one of his hands to cradle the back of your neck into his chest, “I'm sorry this happened, and I'm sorry it's me helping you through it.” Caesar's tears began to fall, soft sobs spilling from his lips which ticked up at the edges while rolling his hips in time with your own. “I'm sorry for everything. You deserve more than this.”

You couldn't help but giggle at his admission, not so much laughing at his devastation, but reactionary to the situation currently unfolding between you. You, an administrator to Big Mom, being impaled on the cock of the man she hired to create an aphrodisiac so potent it would make any partner willing to be used as a depository for her children’s cum.

And he was the best lay of your life.

You were uncertain whether it was the aphrodisiac, or whether he truly was as skilled to make you see stars every time his mushroomed tip kissed your cervix. Planting your hands on his shoulders, you felt the aphrodisiac begin to wear off at the sides of your mind. Despite the need no longer incurring, you felt yourself truly wanting to continue riding him.

“What's-... What's so funny?” Caesar sniffled out, causing you to look up at him while you continued bobbing on his lap. You darted your eyes between both of his, and smiled broadly.

“You're… You're not half-bad at this, is all,” you giggled, “Regardless as to how brief the interactions are between us, I do enjoy your company, Caesar Clown. I'm glad it's you.” You drew your arms down to clutch at his waist, driving yourself harder on his lap and riding him with a hastened pace.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered, moving his hands to both girdle your waist within his thumbs and forefingers, “I love talking to you, too. You're the highlight of my day each time I see you down here.” He matched your rhythm, feeling his balls begin to twitch and quiver in his gut.

“You are mine too,” you admit, feeling your need begin to split at your vision, knowing this was truly an eruption fostered by your own needs, without the influence of the aphrodisiac. “I actually find you quite delightful. Y-You're also really fucking good at this. Fuck, a little slower please? Can you please fuck me harder too?”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes,” he gasped, using his much larger frame to slowly slot you down in timed rhythm on his lap. “I-... You-... Fuck, I've thought about this since I got here. D-Didn’t want it to be like this.”

As you felt your vision begin to tip over the edge, you moved your hands from his lap and hooked them around his neck. Drawing him closer to you, you pressed a needy and passionate kiss against him. All tongue, lips and teeth, you christened his cock in a crown of lust while you tasted yourself on his tongue.

He moaned in your mouth, feeling his abdomen tense up and his cock immediately shot up a lighter expulsion than the one he had moments prior. You came with a soft whimper against his lips, both of you slowing your movements while you were engulfed by his frame.

Breaking away from his kiss and gazing down at him, you smiled with a soft promise uttered from your lips.

“That's okay, Caesar. There's always next time.”

After cleaning one another up and sealing the soft pact with a kiss, you made it through your duties in a timely manner. With a small spring in your step, you had a progress report regarding Caesar’s success for Big Mom’s consideration prepared with an anecdotal, first-hand experience of how the concoction truly worked.

Finally seeing a future for the generations of Charlotte's, she was in such a delightful mood, she dismissed you and Caesar both from the remainder of your duties for a longer weekend. Using this time to navigate your budding feelings for one another, you truly enjoyed getting to know him better as a man rather than a coworker. You became quickly infatuated with him, and he was obsessed with you and the way he could make you smile.

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🎶Happy Birthday to Me🎶

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[srpayt0n]

He looks so cute with those ears...

[fmlopla]

Punk Hazard Arc!

I have many more episodes to go but I just couldn’t help myself

[starrybblue]

I need to work on more CC art. Especially make a post dedicated to his ex-wife (my oc 🤭) hopefully I'll get to it soon!! But enjoy a sliver of content!

[foxnikki]

Ok, but what's your favourite One Piece laugh?

Mine is this for now ->