Just a little something I've been working on lately!
No smut yet, but oh lawd it be comin :3
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Thicker than Water (Choso x reader WIP)
Choso has never liked the water.
For some inexplicable reason, he has a tendency to grumble under his breath whenever his turn comes to wash the dirty supper dishes, and rushes through every shower as quickly as proper hygiene standards will allow. Yet he never elaborates on the motivation behind such arbitrary distaste.
Yuji Itadori- Choso’s little brother and the kid you’ve befriended well enough to consider him pretty much the same -had once mentioned something about the ‘weird’ negative influence water could have on his big brother’s blood. Puzzled by this, you were about to argue about the overwhelming percentage of H2O contained within the average person’s veins…but then you caught the mistake in your own logic alongside that little twinge of sadness in the boy’s usual bubbly grin.
Choso Kamo- the result of a cruel experiment perpetrated at the hands of an absolute madman -is neither average… nor human.
Indeed, perish the thought.
Maybe that’s why you’re so surprised to discover him out here this evening, sitting quietly by the river, of all places. Calm and motionless as a statue guarding a shrine, he gazes out across the darkening water with his legs hugged to his chest, chin resting atop his knees. The fading sunlight rings the messy twintails poking out the top of his head in a citrus-tinted halo, creating the effect of burning branches.
You slow your pace to avoid startling him, bypassing the noisy crunch of dead leaves or debris underfoot from the nearby ruined city, but all attempts to approach with caution are in vain. Choso’s keen senses detect your presence well before the sound of your footsteps can give you away.
“Yuji sent you…didn’t he?”
Not bothering to turn around or even move a muscle, his deep voice rings out cold and ever so slightly irritated as it cuts through the crisp autumn air. You know he doesn’t mean to come across as so, well…mean, but his limited experience with social niceties such as ‘small talk’ and ‘NOT assaulting people with super-condensed blood missiles of his own making’ does make it difficult for Choso to seem any other way.
"Well, uh…yeah. He said this would probably be the best place to find you. And I can see why..." You venture forth a smile wide enough for him to hear, plopping down next to him at the river's edge while keeping a polite distance away, "It's actually kinda peaceful here."
Cho finally turns his head to look at you then, not merely in acknowledgement, but really taking you in— as if deciding whether or not he should accept the unexpected company. Despite his professed unease around bodies of water, the wine-colored shadows beneath his tired eyes tell you that this spot by the river is probably where Choso comes whenever he’s supposed to be asleep. Ironic that he should feel safer here than he does at home in his own bed…though the definition of safety has become rather loose in the weeks following the so-called ‘incident’ that occurred in Shibuya. Or perhaps the cursed spirit side of his unique genetic makeup has simply transcended the human half’s need for rest and recuperation.
"Mhm...peaceful indeed," he agrees with a subtle nod, shifting positions on the grass to stretch out his long limbs. The chill from the water has begun to seep into the air, the evidence of which puffs from his lips in frosty clouds of breath as he continues to speak. "I come here to think sometimes...to be alone."
His expression remains nigh unreadable, with that steady, half-moon gaze and neutrally set line of his mouth to match the Kamo clan bloodmark across his nose, though at least he doesn’t seem to be rejecting you outright. In fact, you’re pretty sure you would know if Choso didn’t want you around.
"So, then. What did he send you for?" Cho asks with a slight frown, barely masking the worry in his voice. Ever the protective type, perhaps he expects to hear that his younger sibling has gotten himself into some kind of trouble. You don’t blame him either, Yuji Itadori has a penchant for inviting chaotic (and cursed) energy wherever he goes.
Unbothered by his seemingly annoyed demeanor, you snort a somewhat bitter laugh in response. "No reason, really. To be honest, I think he was just trying to get me out of the way...Sukuna's been more aggressive than usual."
You shrug your shoulders, as if to say: ‘it is what it is.’ The ancient sorcerer who resides within Yuji's body is directly responsible for many, if not most of the lives lost during the aforementioned incident, and ever since the three of you met up in the aftermath, Sukuna has seemed to grow unsettlingly fond of you, specifically- often chatting you up through an extra mouth sprouted from either the boy’s face or the palm of his hand.
"Sukuna…right." Choso mutters darkly, eyes narrowing as he mulls over the situation. He doesn’t particularly relish the idea of anyone or anything endangering his companions, especially someone as powerful and volatile as the infamous King of Curses. Tilting his head at you, he surmises, "So, it’s getting worse then. He refuses to leave you alone."
His concern is genuine, you can see that clearly enough, not to mention the simmering hatred for the evil entity he hides just beneath the surface. Despite his initial reservations about you and your newfound abilities, Choso has come to see how much you mean to Yuji, understands his need to protect the innocent, even when such desires throw any sense of self-preservation out the window. He may not want to admit it, but Choso is starting to accept you as part of their odd little family, looking out for you just the same as he would for his little brother.
Managing a wry half-smile, you try to downplay your predicament, not letting on how much it bothers you whenever Sukuna openly flirts with you or calls you mildly degrading pet names just to piss off his mortal, teenage host.
"Maybe a little... But I'm sure I can handle myself! Sukuna can't do much so long as Yuji maintains control of his body, right…? And I know he's a strong kid. He—" You reach over and lightly pat Cho’s hand, a gentle gesture of reassurance, "...and you...won't let anything happen."
Choso's gaze flickers down to your fingers, allowing contact for one brief moment before pulling his hand away. As if your skin is too hot to the touch.
"Yes, of course. I'll do what I can to protect you," he says with quiet determination, looking off to the side. Choso has been accustomed to serving as a shield to his nine younger siblings for a century and a half, and you’ve been made aware that two of them dying recently was the main driving force behind his sudden fierce loyalty to Yuji. He’d rather be trapped in a test tube for another 150 years than suffer the loss of yet another family member. Never mind that neither of them have ever told you the whole truth of their brothers’ deaths, a dark secret they hide like so much water under a bridge.
Choso falls silent, appearing to consider his next words, though not quite sure what else he should say. Perhaps he feels guilt for how distant he’s been, knowing that you are also a victim of his father’s sinister games. Or maybe it’s an appreciation for your unwavering faith in his little brother’s strength. Whatever it is, it seems to soften him towards you.
"Besides, I owe it to Yuji to look after you," he adds, his earnest tone laced with a hint of warmth. "He has told me that you’re like a sister to him."
You giggle a bit despite yourself, teasing him gently. "Aw, c'mon, Cho...I'm not a little girl, y'know. It's not like I need you guys to be, like…my knights in shining armor or anything."
He turns back towards the river, a faint smirk indicating that he may not entirely agree with that sentiment, "Fair enough. Now…maybe we can enjoy the remainder of this sunset together, instead of discussing unwelcome topics."
"Mm...sounds like a good idea~", you hum in agreement, casting a mischievous glance in his direction as you unlace your boots and peel off your socks, scooting closer to the edge to dip your toes in. You shiver at the chilly water engulfing your bare feet, suppressing the chatter of your teeth as the cold soothes your aching soles. Choso watches you remove your shoes with a hint of amusement, noting how you seem to be trying to break the tension between the two of you.
"You might say you don’t need us, little one…but rest assured we're still going to do it," he replies matter-of-factly, his normally serious tone lightening as he slowly begins to relax a bit more, "It's just in our nature, to protect the weak."
“HEY! What’s that supposed to mean??”
Your head whips around with an indignant huff, and you have to resist the urge to splash him in the face for so callously implying that you’re incapable of defending yourself. At first, you suspect that he might just be speaking bluntly, but a soft chuckle gives his true intention away.
Believe it or not, Choso is actually just playing with you.
Indeed, you can’t help but appreciate the sight of him letting loose a little, especially considering everything that’s happened to bring the three of you together in the first place. Those tiny glimpses of bone-dry wit are a sign that he feels comfortable enough to let down his guard around you, a notion that warms your weary heart. Cho leans back on his hands, closing his eyes for a bit as the cool evening breeze brushes against his face and ruffles his hair, the sound of the flowing river lulling him further into this rare moment of serenity.
While you contentedly kick your feet in the river, he observes every movement, taking note of the subtle changes in your expression as the coolness of the water contrasts with the warmth of your skin.
"I…didn’t mean that as an insult, by the way," he admits, voice low and husky with contemplation, “It’s just- I feel as though you are someone I should…be more careful with. I made that mistake once before- being too careless, too selfish. I won’t make it again.”
Your feet stop moving as abruptly as if someone had thrown a switch, stilling the back and forth swish of your legs long enough for the ripples to settle. The raw conviction of Choso’s confession catches you by surprise, any sarcastic rebuttals caught in your throat as you realize there is no doubting his sincerity. At a loss for words, you are overcome by the sudden urge to stand up, to do something, anything about the flood of emotions brought on by those crumbling walls, the closing gap between you and this wonderfully strange man you’ve tried so hard, but failed to reach.
After a deep breath to clear your head, you steel yourself to rise from your seat on the ground and begin slowly wading into the shallows, shedding your jacket onto the grass and rolling your jeans up to your knees. Both your arms and legs alike have been mysteriously adorned with the cryptic, tattoo-like marks of your cursed technique, catching the light of the setting sun and making your bare flesh blaze with color. Up to this point in time, you haven’t had the faintest idea of what their purpose might be, or even what role you will play in the future battles to come.
You suspect that’s all about to change.
You almost feel powerful in this moment, brimming with a confidence you thought you could never rediscover in the wake of Shibuya. Back then, you had believed with every ounce of your soul that the world had just ended, that your life was well and truly over. But when a stranger’s hand reached through the rubble, dragging you up and out of the ruins of that collapsed building and into his arms…you had only just begun to open your eyes.
Twirling around with a kind of giddy, inward joy at the memory of that chance first meeting, you hold out your own hand in kind, offering the same gentle smile to the curse who had saved your life.
"Wanna come with? Since you insist on being the responsible big brother and all...", you beckon playfully, reaching down to help Choso to his feet. Your excitement is palpable, contagious even, instilling him with an unfamiliar sensation the instant your fingers touch.
Fear.
Not of the river you’re pulling him towards, but rather the uncharted waters of something he’s spent so many sleepless nights wondering how it tastes. Something the human half of his soul has been aching for since he was unceremoniously shoved into a male vessel’s body…but never allowed himself to have.
Choso tries not to stare at the way you move, the way you lure him in like a siren— a feat much easier said than done. Admittedly, he hasn’t spent much time around women, to the point that had he been given a female form instead, he likely wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference until he was informed otherwise.
But you…you are a different story, all softness and delicate grace against his many awkward, prickly edges. Choso hesitates for a second or two, feet frozen at the very knife edge of the river. Unsure if he should give in to this sudden craving to go deeper. Get closer. He can’t even seem to remember taking off his shoes.
"Alright. I suppose I could…" he says, his voice a low rumble that barely rises above a whisper, “But n-not too far, I don’t think that, uh—”
“I know, hon, I know…” you interrupt his nervous stammer with a sympathetic squeeze of his hand, amused by his sudden lack of composure, “I get that you’re not a water person…but you don’t gotta worry, okay? I’ll protect you. I promise.”
You promise.
Cho’s dark-rimmed eyes go wide, making him appear almost comically aware of the apparent role reversal…as well as the increase in your cursed energy output. Forcing a sheepish grin amidst the struggle to keep his cool, he has to wonder why your power would be spiking in such a tranquil environment.
And so he tries to focus on anything but the hypnotic sway of your maddeningly soft silhouette, taking step by careful step while you lead him further into those glistening waters. And as the current swirls lazily around his ankles, then the lean muscle of his calves, Choso can only hope that at least one of you knows what the hell you’re doing.
"See? The water feels so good...", you sigh happily, barely aware that each step you take is slowly carving a path through the river, transforming liquid to a substance as malleable as modeling clay. The markings of your curse seem to come alive in its presence, illuminating your flesh as the river’s flow changes, following the forward motion of your legs, the swing of your arms as you walk.
"I mean...I dunno about you, Cho, but my feet were killing me, haha, this...this is just what I needed."
You laugh- a carefree, almost musical sound...and yet, you still don’t understand why the rolled cuffs of your jeans aren’t getting soaked, why your toes are no longer going numb from the icy temperature.
But it’s Choso who figures it out before you do, his anxious expression warming with a sense of brotherly pride. He cannot deny the way your close proximity and the weight of your hand clasped in his has begun to assuage his aquaphobia instead of adding to the burden. But now you have become a shield, a literal human barrier between him and the only force that could have ever stopped him from protecting you.
“The water…look at the water,” Choso points out, grasping your shoulder from behind in order to steal your attention. With a firm tug that betrays his inhuman strength, your back is pressed up against his chest, his chin resting atop your head while you both stare down in awe at your completely dry feet. You can feel his heartbeat quicken, his breathing growing heavier under the gravity of this revelation. The two of you are huddled in the center of a small whirlpool, the churning water now speckled with starlight to replace the reflection of the setting sun.
“Just watch…the way it flows around us. Around you. You…you’re controlling the river, little one.” Choso sounds like he might actually be impressed, and you can’t help but feel accomplished from that alone…especially coming from the same guy who can one-shot his enemies simply by bleeding on them.
“Holy shit, I’m actually… I-I can finally do what you guys can do…”, you gasp in disbelief, both hands flying up to cover your mouth to muffle your nervous laughter. As if to mirror the steepled shape your fingers form, so too does the water create a similar disturbance in the whirlpool’s rotational flow.
“Yes. It appears you can, in your own way,” Cho agrees, taking one of your wrists to gently guide your hand away from your face, “When the water touches these…” His fingers lightly trace the curse marks that line your forearm like veins, eliciting a shiver from you at the surprisingly intimate contact, “...your technique is activated, and you become able to convert that water into cursed energy, or control it as you wish. In this case, it was probably triggered by the markings on your legs.”
At the same time Choso looks down at you, deep amber eyes reflecting the shimmering moonlight, you tilt your head back to meet his looming, upside-down gaze. A swell of heat blossoms within your chest when the two of you make eye contact, letting yourself melt against the support of his much taller frame.
“This is just so… it’s crazy–”, you scramble for words, voice trembling slightly as you try to process all that’s happened. But Choso is right there with you, keeping you grounded, your guiding light in a storm of new sensations.
"Not crazy," he corrects you softly, his thumb brushing over your inner wrist in a comforting caress, "This is something to be proud of. I know Yuji will be, when we tell him about it…and I am too. Proud of you."
Your brows furrow slightly at Choso’s rare admission of praise, face flushing when he touches you...but you don't pull away. Instead, you lean into him even further, closing your eyes as the initial thrill subsides and your cursed energy output dwindles to a comfortable baseline. Whether you realize it or not, you’re already learning to control it through the ebb and flow of your ever-changing emotions.
"Thanks, Cho…Are you still, um…", you trail off as a bashful smile curls at your lips, glancing down at the stabilizing river and hoping he won't notice the way you blush at his compliment, “...afraid of the water?”
Of course, Cho doesn’t miss it. Both cheeks and the bridge of your nose have turned a delicate shade of rose, in the same spot where the bloodmark on his own face would be. He can see it in the way your lips are slightly parted, your eyes flicking away shyly as your words trail off. This is a reaction he is still learning to read, but one that he thinks he’s starting to understand.
He turns you around to face him properly, and you can see that his own mark has begun to pulse and spread. As if to mirror your shy fluster, twin crosses bleed up and over his eyes as his veins rush and every sense sharpens to a fine point. It’s a beautiful contrast to his already moon-pale complexion.
Hey so I have an imagine for Hfil cell and his bio android girlfriend so do you know the episode call o captain my captain where ginyu swap bodies with a frog and through out the episode he isgoing after cell, but instead of cell he is going after the butterfly reader since she looks more like an insect than him , and eventually Ginyu frog gets into her room and starts to assault her like he did with cell in the episode, and I would like to see a protective cell
Cell would definitely be FURIOUS, especially because he knows how aggressive that pesky dog/frog/captain can be! He would rush to her rescue, puffing out his chest and ready to throw hands with Ginyu...but here's the twist:
When he finally shows up to save his lady, he's surprised (and maybe a little disappointed) to find her arms squeezing around the creature's waist, cuddling and cooing at him like the adorable pet he is. Ginyu looks noticeably uncomfortable, squirming and trying to get away but the butterfly android is suprisingly strong. He's trapped lol 😂
"Awww...you're such a good little puppy, aren't you, Captain?", she praises, patting his head and ignoring the wide-eyed look of dismay on his flushed purple face. Cell just kinda....stands in the doorway, slightly dumbfounded at the sight. He hesitantly raises a questioning finger, about to ask what the hell is going on, but then he notices how happy she is.
"Ah, don't mind me, sweetheart. I see you have the situation handled." He chuckles as he casually leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his broad chest. Trying to look bored, like he has a million better things to do.
But the butterfly android knows better. She rises gracefully, letting a relieved Ginyu retreat...or at least try to. A single, calm "good boy" seems to root the subdued Captain to the spot.
"Oh, Celly...were you worried about me~?", she practically purrs, greeting the bug-man with a kiss as he leans down to meet her tip-toed stance.
"Pfff...Of course not", he scoffs, looking away with a slight eye-roll, though the faintest dusting of violet tints his milk-white complexion, "I just...came to see what you wanted for dinner. By some miracle, Rad got the grill working again after Guru's fat ass crushed it in his sleep."
But the butterfly just smiles, reaching up to caress one of the dual crests that make up Cell's pointed crown, something she knows he likes. His wings twitch slightly as he looks down at her, his unaffected expression melting into something calmer, even content. Albeit reluctantly so- as an evil android hell-bent on destroying the universe, contentment was hardly his thing.
The butterfly sighs happily, her smile only widening when she feels Captain Ginyu crawling up to nuzzle against her leg. One of her iridescent wings wraps around him fondly. "You should've known, Celly. I can take care of myself. After all...", she assures, resting her head against her android lover's hard, armored chest-plates. If Cell's multiple hearts were actually still beating, she might've heard them quicken upon the close contact.
"I've already tamed one ferocious beast. Why not two?"
Hey how are you doing so imagine the butterfly bio female get into an intense heat one night, she can help but think about cell while touching herself but feels unsatisfied so decides to sneak outside her creators house to see him, and beg him to take her and her pheromones are strong enought to get him in the mood ?
Short answer? Her 'creator' ain't getting her back 😂
Longer, more satisfying answer:
Mother had warned you time and time again. That he was too dangerous, too unpredictable. Even if he had ultimately decided to spare this wretched planet a terrible fate, Perfect Cell was still not to be trusted.
Not like that would stop you tonight.
You were on fire. Burning from the tips of your butterfly wings to the biological core deep within, the one that separated you from all of Mother's other, clunky, mechanical creations. They had no soul, no heat. Not like you.
Now that same heat was consuming you in your own bed, more powerful than your programming could ever hope to override. And you knew exactly how to douse the flames. Drifting towards and through the open window, moonlight fills your iridescent wings like delicate stained glass. You knew that your body was not built with fragility in mind, but your heart had yet to be tested. Part of you hoped he might be gentle.
Another part didn't care.
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"How did you manage to find me, little one?", Cell wonders, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips. He almost seems impressed. "Why, I thought I had sufficiently suppressed my-"
"Pheromones." You answer simply, concisely, sounding every bit like Mother even if you have yet to realize it. "You and I both share entomological DNA, yes? Therefore, you release pheromones, just as I do. I do not need to detect energy signatures when I can simply smell you from miles away."
You found him standing sentinel atop the roof of the tallest skyscraper in West City. His eyes had been closed then, deep in thought. But now here you were, practically demanding his attention.
"Huh. And you were desperate enough to come all the way up here to see me? How cute..."
You can practically hear the glimmer of sharp, white teeth revealed by his grin as Cell snatches your tiny wrists and yanks you into his arms. You gasp softly, a mere fly in his web, your cheek pressed to his hard, armored chest. He's surprisingly warm, his low, deep voice rumbling from within.
"Mm. Now that you mention it...you do seem to carry a most delectable scent, my dear." The tips of Cell's claws trace up the length of your spine to the base of your wings. He chuckles quietly when you shiver in his tightening grasp.
"Do you think you can...assist me with my problem, Mr. Cell?", you ask timidly, your own words breathless and heavy with the weight of your need. He can feel the heat through your synthetic flesh, and it beckons him like nothing else.
"Look at me, pet." The android purrs, deftly slipping his other hand beneath your chin, arching your slender neck to meet his magenta gaze, "That's Mr. Perfect Cell to you...But if you really want to know what I think..."
He leans down then, tilting your head to the side to brush his impossibly smooth lips against the willowy antennae-like appendages that serve as your ears. Sound is not the only thing they're sensitive to- your body quivers like a lone leaf on a branch at Cell's touch, his long fingers seeking out the source of that ever-enticing aroma. A honeyed ambrosia that teases a hunger into his voice, so raw that you'd never expect it.
"I think," he growls, suddenly spinning around and dipping you back over the edge of the roof like a dancer, his movements graceful and swift. Pressing a deceptively chaste kiss to the hollow of your throat, he allows you to dangle above the city while his mouth lingers, savoring the taste of your skin. You fall silent with shock, staring up at the moon with stars in your eyes until terror screws them shut. Stimulates your vocal cords to cry out into the night.
How you been queen, so I have a great imagine so how about the female bio android get the attention from other male humans because of her beauty and amazing figure making perfect cell seething with jealousy, so imagine one day she gets ask out by a guy who had a huge crush on her and steal her a kiss, and cell lost it and was about to murder him and decided to give the reader a hard fuck to remind her she is his ?
I've been well, thank you for asking! Just super busy tbh 😅 I know this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a while now soooo I'm gonna try to give it a go :)
Okay, first off: There is no 'about to' when it comes to Cell's thoughts on murdering some random clown stupid enough to move in on HIS territory. That poor sonofabitch is GONE, baby- likely blown to smithereens with a single ki blast or personally beaten to death by the Perfect Being's bare fists.
Oh, and he'll make her watch every second of the carnage too, just to be sure she fully understands that it's her fault for flirting back, regardless if she did or not. Cell is determined to make her see that the blood on his hands will stain hers as well.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice, darling?", he asks, almost casual as he stalks forward, slowly backing her shivering frame up against the building where he'd caught her canoodling with the now VERY dead culprit, "Did you truly think I wouldn't smell the touch of another on your skin, taste their human filth on your pretty lips? Foolish girl...I. Am. Perfection."
He stands so close now, crowding her in, pressing her back against the cold, harsh brick wall. It scrapes her delicate wings and the backs of her legs as she presses her palms to her beloved's chest, as if trying to soothe the green-eyed monster she's inadvertently awakened inside of him. But Cell roughly grasps both of her dainty wrists in a single fist, wrenching them up and over her nervously twitching antennae in one swift motion.
Effectively immobilized from the waist up, the much smaller android begins to squirm as this towering mass of bio-organic matter and muscle holds her down with the sheer strength of his powerful hips. Not unlike a butterfly specimen pinned under a display case, she can only stare up at him with wide eyes and pray that her mate will remember the meaning of mercy.
Indeed, he releases her aching wrists with a surprisingly tender peck on the crown of her head, muttering in a voice still thick with possessive fury and barely restrained appetite, a tone that brooks no argument: "Hold on to me. As tightly as you can."
She obeys without question, wrapping her arms around Cell's neck while he lifts her up, guiding her spindly legs around his waist. Then, without any sort of warning, her lover takes flight, rocketing up into the sky and through the clouds at a speed that leaves her breathless and dizzy with the sudden pressure change. Even in possession of her own set of wings, the android knows that she cannot hope to fly at the high altitude where they're currently hovering, completely dependent on her mate not to drop her to a certain doom. Up here, she can barely make out the top of the tallest skyscraper in West City, a notion that might be terrifying if it were not one deceptively simple word.
"Mine."
It comes out like a snarl, ravenous and roiling with a heat she can feel in the breath on her neck and the hard press of something thick and heavy against her abdomen. Afraid to glance down between their bodies, she can already tell she doesn't have to as Cell grips the tendrilled girth of his cock and slips it beneath her skirt, slithering under the edge of her panties to delve into her slick, clutching heat.
"If I ever see you so much as look at another man, be it human or otherwise...there will be consequences," Cell warns darkly, filling the butterfly's pulsing cunt inch by inch until he's completely surrounded by her warmth, savoring every twitch and flutter around his shaft, "Consequences most severe, my dear. Of course, I would hate to have to resort to such drastic measures, but let's just say if you continue to..."
Cell lets out a growl of approval as he adjusts the tiny creature that clings to him like a lifeline, holding her by the chin with one hand while supporting her slender waist with the other. Her trembling limbs coiled about his torso are the only other means of support to keep the poor thing from plummeting to the Earth below.
"Ah, there we are...continue to disrespect our bond in such a regrettable way...you, my troublesome little flower, will never see the light of this planet's pitiful sun ever again."
Cell is a creature who refuses to be gentle even during the best of times, perhaps seeing such softness as an affront to his perfect title. A weakness that must be suppressed by power and domination. And now, thousands of feet above the home he's made with the fragile female in his arms, he violates her with a vicious force that can only be described as punishing. He spears her on his length over and over again, using her up until the sound of those sweet, helpless cries nearly drown out his own quickening stream of animalistic grunts and growls.
"I will absorb you, do you hear me? I will...rrrgh...fucking consume you until nothing remains." The threat is as clear as the sky is blue, and deep down the butterfly doesn't dare to doubt his conviction. Not even for a second. Despite the breakneck pace of his thrusts, Cell's breathing remains steady and even, his gaze narrowing to a hard glare of concentration as he keeps her head still with a firm grip on her jaw. Seconds, even minutes go by where he barely even blinks, completely focused on pumping his cock faster, harder, chasing that rising edge of pleasure buried deep inside the woman he adores.
Then with an abrupt, sharp yank, Cell's mouth crashes into hers, devouring any pathetic pleas or apologies that she could hope to escape. His kiss is both possessive and aggressive in equal measure, nearly bruising the soft flesh of her lips before prying them open with an amethyst tongue.
"After all, what better cage could keep my darling safe," the bio-android purrs wantonly, trailing more wet heat down along the curve of her neck. He's getting close, can feel her tightening around him, a telltale sign of her own looming peak, "What better way to ensure that she knows to whom she belongs...than to swallow her whole."
The moment his sharp teeth sink into the pillowy mound of her breast, spurting synthetic blood into his mouth, the taste of her sends him careening into a climax so intense that he momentarily loses the ability to maintain his ki, the vibrant magenta of his eyes fading to a deadened, milky white as he floods the smaller android's womb with his hot release.
The butterfly screams and frantically flaps her gossamer wings as gravity drops the entangled pair like a rock. Only a few dozen feet or so later, is Cell able to regain enough composure to take back the reins.
"Shhh...I've got you~" he chuckles despite himself, holding her close as they both come down from the sudden adrenaline rush. Unable to hide the slight quiver in his voice caused by that brief lapse of control, he'd never admit that it had unsettled him, how such pleasure could sap him of his power...because that would mean admitting that she had some sort of power over him in the first place.
With a slight shake of his head, Cell lets those thoughts scatter to the wind as he begins a more deliberate descent, carrying the two of them back home again.
"I would never let you fall, little one...", he murmurs softly against the antennae that serves as his mate's only hearing apparatus, "You won't be escaping from me that easily."
Hey how are you so if the female bio android reader has the same biology as cell does that also imply she also has similar powers as well, like she is able to make copies of herself like cell, I bet cell would love having a threesome with the reader and her clone, especially if both readers won’t stop kissing and caressing his body, begging for his attention
THAT, my friend, is a tasty concept! My logical brain wants to say that she doesn't have that ability because she wasn't engineered as a combat android. The multiform technique was made for fightin', not lovin' lol
BUT
It's still hot af.
Too hot to pass up, in fact.
(Author's note: Sorry not sorry, I spent WAY too much time writing this shit uhhhhh yeah *nervous laughter*)
When Mother programmed you with a multiform technique, she informed you that it was strictly so you would be able to juggle your numerous household duties in a more timely and efficient manner.
There was cleaning to do, of course, not to mention near astronomical amounts of cooking. Mother's husband -a man you would never dare call 'Papa' to his face- had an appetite like a damn garbage disposal, and so this task left you very little time to properly tend to the family's only two human children.
However, engaging 'multiform' meant that you could be in multiple places at once, dividing yourself into identical copies of your original body in order to get all of your chores done. You could do this up to five times, to be exact, but there was a downside to stretching yourself so thin. Your energy level would be cut in half each time you multiplied, and so every new copy produced would tire everyone twice as fast. Mother advised you to keep it down to two as much as possible, but the amount of work she saddled you with on a daily basis inevitably made this...difficult.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day of preparing a huge feast for Papa's birthday and making sure Mother's rambunctious older son stayed out of her unattended laboratory, you (and your four clones) were totally exhausted. Pulling yourself back together helped some, but you were definitely left with the overwhelming need to blow off some steam after the stress of the day had worn you down. You may have been half-android, but you were also half-organic too, which meant you had certain...very biological needs.
That was why, when Mother told you to take the rest of the night off to relax and literally recharge your 'batteries', you practically leapt at the opportunity to go see HIM.
You knew your family didn't approve of your relationship with Perfect Cell. Especially Papa, who had helped fight him during the big game that you had only heard about since it happened several years prior to your creation. They said that Cell had tried to destroy the Earth...but little did they know, the only thing he had been destroying lately was you.
As it turned out, he was relatively easy to find that night. Mother had invited him to the birthday party out of obligation, a reluctant show of gratitude for assisting with some scientific endeavor or other. Plus, Papa had mentioned Cell would get all uppity if he didn't receive an invitation. That sounded about right to you.
Sure enough, you found him lounging out by the pool, a pair of dark sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting the chlorinated water in a warm tangerine glow. As you approached, Cell became aware of two pairs of delicate footsteps pitter-pattering along the walkway.
"Who's your friend, sweetheart?", he asked lazily, sounding as if he didn't care much either way. It was clear that the party had bored him rather quickly, but at least your Mother's house provided a nice place to kick back and relax for a change. And you were there, of course. He never sought you out directly, because he knew he didn't have to. Cell could always be sure you would come to him first.
"Oh...it's just little ol' me, Celly~!", you replied with a playful lilt in your voice, melodic and saccharine-sweet. Your fingertips brushed his shoulder as you circled around the chair, gracefully swinging one leg over his to straddle him. Your clone stood behind, bending down to drape her arms around his neck, her hand splayed out across his broad, armored chestplate.
Cell tried not to show his surprise when he heard your voice whisper something utterly salacious in his ear, trying to reconcile the fact that you were still sitting pretty on his lap, looking for all the world like an angel with the wings of a butterfly. He raised a single brow ridge, lowering his shades to fix you with his fuchsia-eyed gaze.
"Ah. So my little pet has learned a new trick, has she?", mused the android, casually taking the hand massaging his pectorals and gracing its inner wrist with a gentlemanly kiss.
"I must admit, that does liven up the festivities quite a bit."
~
As night fell, the evening chill drove the (mostly inebriated) party-goers inside, granting the three of you enough privacy to celebrate however Cell saw fit.
And that involved you, both of you, down on your knees. Kneeling before him in a display of subservience, your long, proboscis-like tongues tangled around his thick, milk white cock, the length of it already slick with a syrupy mix of his own self-lubricating fluid and your saliva.
"Mmm...such good girls...", Cell practically purred his praise, making sure to remember that there were now two of you to double his pleasure. Running your tongue along the underside of his shaft, you latched your soft lips around the head, flushed the same lusty shade of violet as the android's face as you drew him deeper into the melting heat of your mouth.
Your clone, however, had other ideas. Ducking below you, she positioned her face level with the fleshy orifice from which Cell's member had emerged. With careful precision, she began to lap at the slick, uber-sensitive folds that enveloped the base, sampling the faintly sweet liquid that steadily leaked out from around his massive protrusion. This earned her a deep, guttural groan from above, and she swore she could feel his thighs quiver.
"Why, you sneaky little...", Cell scolded, grabbing her by the hair to meet his eyes. The two of you were delighted to find that your twin's efforts had ruffled Cell's non-existent feathers, if nothing else. The normally steady rhythm of his breathing had wavered a bit, and there was a distinct husk to his tone that wasn't there a few seconds ago. "Th-that...that's enough. Put that pretty mouth to work somewhere more useful."
"Oohhh, somebody's sensitive...Was that tooooo much for you, Celly?", your other half cooed, fluttering her pale eyelashes in a maddeningly coquettish fashion. He frowned, gritting his teeth in response. "Shut it, brat. Or I will make you.", he growled, abruptly suspending her in the air with one hand around her tiny waist. Turning his attention back to you, still sucking him off like it was your job, he fondly patted you on the head.
"Honestly, darling...Why can't your sister be more like you? Perhaps I should teach her some proper manners."
Indeed, the soft, tender bits of purple flesh nestled in the gaps between his exo-skeletal armor had always been a weak spot of sorts, especially in the vicinity surrounding his inguinal carapace. Cell had never let anyone touch him down there before, and even if you were the sole exception to that rule...using your luscious oral appendage to do so made it feel like his circuits were rapidly overloading, and not in an entirely pleasant way.
Plus, he had no desire to finish just yet. Not with two lovely specimens fawning over his perfect body instead of one.
While your twin thrashed her spindly legs and flapped her wings in frustration, begging to be put down, Cell used his free hand to peel you off of his cock with a wet pop. Taking the time to admire the view of the drool dripping down your chin and glistening in the valley of your cleavage, he flashed you his signature devilish grin.
"Would you like to go for a ride, my dear?" His fingers lightly played along the line of your jaw, teasing you with one obsidian claw pressed into the soft underside of your chin. Forcing your head back until his lips were hovering an inch or two from your slightly parted mouth, his breath was so hot and eager, you could practically taste his want on your tongue.
Nodding fervently, you stood up, just as excited as he was to have you wrapped around him. Cell beckoned you with the same sharp talon he could've just as easily opened your throat with, and you obediently slipped your panties out from under your party dress before crawling up to join him once more. Cell would've been remiss not to reward you for that, kissing you hungrily while you positioned yourself on top of him.
Your Mother may have designed you with the elegance of a butterfly in mind, but from the moment you first laid eyes on The Perfect Being, you had become nothing if not his loyal lapdog.
At the same time you were slowly sinking down onto his length with a needful whine, relishing every inch that stretched and filled and molded your insides to fit him like a glove, Cell had deigned to gift your angry twin with some much-needed attention. The arm holding her aloft had long been replaced with the android's serpentine tail, constricting around her fragile body like a great, speckled python. Naturally, she was none too happy about this, given she was only permitted to watch while you were roughly bounced around on Cell's cock- a mewling, sentient ragdoll.
"Hey, no faaaair!! When is it gonna be MY-", she squealed in protest, her words cut off with a choking gasp as the tail tightened around her midriff.
"Oh, you'll get your turn...", Cell chuckled darkly, even as he nuzzled the nape of your neck, trailing hot kisses down between your shoulderblades while you continued to grind on his lap. His hands gripped your tits like handlebars, physically dragging you up and down his throbbing shaft as if you were a mere toy. Meanwhile, the stinger at the tip of his tail slithered up between your clone's thighs, immediately halting the defiant kicking of her feet.
"Tell me, little one...", Cell whispered into your neck, inhaling your flowery, oh-so-fertile scent, "Whose cunt do you think is tighter? Wetter? Yours? Or perhaps...your sweet sister's?"
Your copy let out another loud gasp as the stinger rudely penetrated her, pushing deep enough to prod at the enrrance of her womb. Cell sighed with unabashed delight, fully enjoying the dual sensations of you riding his cock while he fucked your bratty imitation with his secondary sex organ. Both of you were absolutely drenched, coating each of Cell's appendages like he had just dipped them in honey.
"Well, well...I do believe this calls for a bit of a tie-breaker~!"
Sliding one hand down to the crease of your hip, he guided your motions in just the way he liked, leading you in an intimate dance. The other snuck beneath your dress, reaching around to place the pad of his index over your swelling clitoris, just barely making contact. "Now, I know you would never let your 'better half' show you up like that, sweetheart...", he taunted, his finger unmoving despite your pleading whimpers and bucking hips.
Better yet, he knew you wouldn't dare disappoint him. And he would make damn sure of it too. After all, there was no need to rub or caress the most sensitive part of you when he could simply make you fall apart with a single touch. You felt a warm, gentle buzzing sensation as Cell summoned a small amount of ki to effectively convert the digit into a makeshift vibrator, applying a bit more pressure, a bit more power, just to feel you clench even tighter around him...before drawing back again. And again. He couldn't help but love the little noises you made when he played with you like that.
Above the heads of you and your rather demanding lover, your twin was proving to be some stiff competition indeed. Her pussy was dripping juices down Cell's tail while the expanded tip thrust in and out of her at a merciless pace, stretching her open obscenely.
Anyone who dared to peek out the window would've been in for quite the show, seeing the helpless, winged creature impaled by the snake-like extremity that held her captive. Despite the volume of her frenzied cries, she was not the only one edging towards the finish line.
"Let go now, pet...Come for me." Cell ground out through his teeth, using you to chase his own release while his tail only served to supplement his enjoyment. His finger had grown almost painfully hot on your clit, driving you towards orgasm with the rapid, pulsing energy of his power. The hand that wasn't bracing yourself on his muscular thigh for balance reached back to grab onto one of the tall crests of his crown, a flailing, frantic gesture he might've found endearing were he not just about primed to explode all over your insides.
But the closer he got, the more filthy his normally dignified tongue became.
"I said come on my fucking cock, you worthless little insect. Drown it.", he snarled and snapped like a beast, baring his teeth, "Choke the goddamn life out of it...Milk. Me. Dry!"
Near the end, he bit down hard on the soft, synthetic skin of your shoulder, drawing cerulean artificial blood from the wounds while he pumped you full to the brim with the searing hot, irrefutable proof of his virility. Only after you'd screamed his name did he relent, licking his lips with pure satisfaction at the mess he'd made of his favorite plaything.
When it came to Cell, all you could do was what you were told.
~
"It appears we have a winner, ladies..." Cell hummed contentedly, running his fingers through your hair while you lay panting across his chest. He was still buried deep inside you, but now that he had released your 'sister' android from the punishing grip of his now retracted tail, it was time to make room for two.
Gently nudging you over, he draped your clone on top of his other side, right next to you. His softening phallus slipped out of your well-used hole in the process, and he had to admit he was a bit amused by the sheer amount of cream he'd filled you with. But even more so, the sight of you and your dear sister so adorably tuckered out in his arms.
"I would say the original is always best...but that might make me a liar, I suppose." Cell smirked to himself, subtly referring to the many sources of his own conception, most of which were currently inside stuffing their idiotic faces with birthday cake and expensive wine. Including the birthday boy himself.
"Now then, aren't you two curious about the victor of our naughty little game?"
But there was only silence from the twin butterfly girls sprawled out on his lap. You were snoring quietly into the crook of his neck, the feathery tips of your antennae tickling under his chin while your other half had buried her face in his chest. Both pairs of gossamer wings twitched and fluttered gently in the breeze as Cell softened his voice and pulled you both closer.
"Hmm...Evidently not. Guess I'll have to dole out your prize another time."
He nuzzled and pecked the top of your head affectionately while giving your copy a light-hearted swat on the backside for good measure. A temporary reward for two jobs well done.
~
A little while later, neither Mother nor Papa were sober enough to notice Cell come casually strolling through the door with you in a princess carry, your sleeping form made whole again. Losing consciousness had de-activated your multiform mode, and he knew you needed your beauty rest.
The next morning, Mother went to your room to check on you, just as she did with all of her children. She found you tucked safely into bed, though looking a bit worse for wear. But what really caught her eye here was the post-it note that had been cleanly skewered by one of your antennae, perfectly neat, cursive handwriting adorning both sides of the paper.
Careful to pluck it free without waking you, her eyes narrowed considerably as she read the message, realizing who had written it long before she saw the author's obnoxiously embellished signature.
~
My dearest Doctor,
I must thank you for inviting me to the little prince's party! Another year older and yet, he still manages to snivel and pout like a spoiled child. Pitiful, really.
Which reminds me, since you seem so keen on continually seeking my assistance with your research regarding the matter of artificial intelligence, allow me to offer a small token of pertinent advice:
Mind the help.
Seriously, you're lucky I didn't actually break her this time. And before you and your pathetic husband come crying to me about it- No, I will NOT be held responsible for any and all offspring not expressly birthed by YOURS TRULY.
~Mr. Perfect Cell
~
"Pompous prick," she muttered under her breath in disgust, promptly crumpling up the note in her fist and tossing it in the trash...leaving you to dream about that so-called 'pompous prick' and his stupidly handsome face for the remainder of your well-deserved day off.
Hey how are you you doing, so I been thinking about the perfect cell and butterfly female reader son, I would describe him as very tiny since birth, enough to be hold like a newborn kitty, so imagine one day he went with his mom and dad to get some sticks for a camp fire since I believe the bio family live in the woods away from society, he encounters some humans in the distant and decides to approach out of curiosity, the humans upon seem him find him very adorable and starts pick him up to hold him and pinch his cheeks, which scared him and makes him to start crying which alarm his parents, Imagine the rage cell feels when seeing a butch of humans filth touching his child?
Cell can feel his child's distress before he even hears the tiny creature's frightened cries. Being so young, Junior's ki signature is not especially strong, but the bond he shares with his parents amplifies what little power he held enough that they still sense his presence, even from miles away. Not that they would ever let him stray that far.
The fearsome bio-android and his mate exchange a meaningful glance, and he can see the alarm apparent in her eyes, shining with worry. Their son is in trouble. "Stay here, darling. I'll handle this," Cell assures, briefly squeezing her shoulder before bringing two fingers to his brow-ridge. In an instant, he vanishes into thin air, leaving the mother of his offspring alone in the wooded clearing. She continues to gather kindling for the fire, clutching the sticks to her breast with a small sigh, hoping that Cell won't take his protective fatherly instincts too far this time.
Somewhere north of the forest grove near the family's modest home, a hiking trail runs parallel to a babbling brook- a place where Cell Junior often likes to play, catching small fish and frogs. Papa had warned him not to come here alone, mainly because he could run the risk of something called a 'human' traversing the beaten path. CJ wants to ask why his father always utters that word with such disdain, like it's some kind of sickness, or an unpleasant taste in his mouth. But he never dares, too wary of provoking Papa's notorious ire.
And now, as a couple of boisterous young men and their girlfriends poke and prod at him, pinching his little cheeks and tugging at his fragile, underdeveloped wings, the child thinks he realizes what Papa truly meant.
"It's like some kinda freaky bug-thing!", mocks one of the boys, laughing as his female companion tries to cradle Junior like a squalling infant, cooing in his face. He can smell her perfume, the faded mint of chewing gum on her breath. He cannot move because the other boy is playing with his stubby little wings and it's making him start to panic.
"Kinda reminds me of that creepy android dude we all saw on the news back in sophomore year," the taller of the boys chimes in, cracking open a can of He-Tap from his backpack, "You know, the one who got his ass handed to him by Mr. Satan? Fuckin' loser never stood a chance!" His ginger-haired girlfriend lets out a nasty giggle at that remark, swiping the drink from his hand to steal a swig of her own. "Duh! As if anyone would...Hercule's like, the strongest guy in the world!"
"Aww, but this one is nothing like that monster. He's too cute!", the girl holding CJ captive exclaims, smacking her gum obnoxiously, "Can we keep 'im, Kevin~?" She looks up at her boyfriend expectantly, pouting her lower lip to try and get her way. But before another word can be said, Kevin's feet are lifted clear off the ground by some powerful unseen force, his legs kicking wildly as he shouts out in confusion and shock.
"Holy shit!! Mikayla!! D-Don't just STAND there, you dumb bitch! GET ME DOW-"
Right before Mikayla's eyes, her boyfriend's body is hurled violently against a nearby tree trunk. The remaining three hear the sharp crack of their friend's spine shattering on impact, and immediately erupt into screaming chaos. But only one voice rises above the din, as smooth and commanding as the day they first heard it all those years ago, though the edges of which now quiver with a primal, barely-suppressed rage.
"Unhand my son, you wretched VERMIN...or I will not spare you the mercy of a quick death."
Overcome with relief, CJ holds out his little arms toward the sound of his father's voice, his tiny cries of 'Papa, Papa' only further cementing the threat that has emerged from the dark of these once-familiar woods.
Perfect Cell materializes behind Mikayla as she tries to back away from the sight of Kevin's crumpled body, ensnaring her weak human form in his arms the way she had with his precious child. She never even sees what he looks like, but she just knows it's him. She had watched the Games with her parents on TV for an hour or two before getting bored. School had been canceled that day and she had way better things to do anyway.
"Please...W-Wait-", Mikayla whimpers, clutching CJ like a beloved stuffed animal while a milk-white hand slides up from her waist to curl around her jaw, effectively shutting her mouth as its shiny, obsidian nails dig into the softness of her cheeks.
The other gently covers his son's eyes.
"Perfection waits for no one, you stupid girl. Be gone."
The other couple is scrambling in terror, attempting to retrieve their bikes tipped over in the bushes at the trailside. The redhead casts a furtive glance over her shoulder, just in time to see her best friend's head twisted so far around that her face is no longer visible. Cell lets go of Mikayla's limp frame, dropping her weight to the ground like a sack of pebbles. Taking his son in the crook of his arm, he steps unceremoniously upon the dead girl's head, resting it there lightly for a moment before applying slow, crushing pressure. But a human's bones are so very weak, it doesn't take much to grind them to dust.
The sound of a skull crunching under the android's foot roots the surviving pair to the spot, allowing Cell more than enough time to lunge forward and finish the job with gleeful malice. He isn't feeling very...charitable today, after all.
That night, Cell and his small family relish a delicious meal cooked over the fire. The meat is tender and sweet, and there are plenty of leftovers to be stored for the upcoming winter months. When his mate asks where he'd gotten it from, Cell just chuckles softly and kisses her forehead before flashing his son a decidedly knowing look.
"Oh, I decided to take Junior hunting on our way back home. Isn't that right, kiddo? Spending some quality time with your old Pops?"
CJ just smirks and continues eating his dinner, leaving his mother to shake her head in lighthearted exasperation. Boys will be boys...
But by the time the first snow has fallen a few weeks later, a pair of ruined bicycles -long abandoned by their riders at the bottom of a shallow stream- have already begun to rust.
Hey how are you so if the female bio android reader has the same biology as cell does that also imply she also has similar powers as well, like she is able to make copies of herself like cell, I bet cell would love having a threesome with the reader and her clone, especially if both readers won’t stop kissing and caressing his body, begging for his attention
THAT, my friend, is a tasty concept! My logical brain wants to say that she doesn't have that ability because she wasn't engineered as a combat android. The multiform technique was made for fightin', not lovin' lol
BUT
It's still hot af.
Too hot to pass up, in fact.
(Author's note: Sorry not sorry, I spent WAY too much time writing this shit uhhhhh yeah *nervous laughter*)
When Mother programmed you with a multiform technique, she informed you that it was strictly so you would be able to juggle your numerous household duties in a more timely and efficient manner.
There was cleaning to do, of course, not to mention near astronomical amounts of cooking. Mother's husband -a man you would never dare call 'Papa' to his face- had an appetite like a damn garbage disposal, and so this task left you very little time to properly tend to the family's only two human children.
However, engaging 'multiform' meant that you could be in multiple places at once, dividing yourself into identical copies of your original body in order to get all of your chores done. You could do this up to five times, to be exact, but there was a downside to stretching yourself so thin. Your energy level would be cut in half each time you multiplied, and so every new copy produced would tire everyone twice as fast. Mother advised you to keep it down to two as much as possible, but the amount of work she saddled you with on a daily basis inevitably made this...difficult.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day of preparing a huge feast for Papa's birthday and making sure Mother's rambunctious older son stayed out of her unattended laboratory, you (and your four clones) were totally exhausted. Pulling yourself back together helped some, but you were definitely left with the overwhelming need to blow off some steam after the stress of the day had worn you down. You may have been half-android, but you were also half-organic too, which meant you had certain...very biological needs.
That was why, when Mother told you to take the rest of the night off to relax and literally recharge your 'batteries', you practically leapt at the opportunity to go see HIM.
You knew your family didn't approve of your relationship with Perfect Cell. Especially Papa, who had helped fight him during the big game that you had only heard about since it happened several years prior to your creation. They said that Cell had tried to destroy the Earth...but little did they know, the only thing he had been destroying lately was you.
As it turned out, he was relatively easy to find that night. Mother had invited him to the birthday party out of obligation, a reluctant show of gratitude for assisting with some scientific endeavor or other. Plus, Papa had mentioned Cell would get all uppity if he didn't receive an invitation. That sounded about right to you.
Sure enough, you found him lounging out by the pool, a pair of dark sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting the chlorinated water in a warm tangerine glow. As you approached, Cell became aware of two pairs of delicate footsteps pitter-pattering along the walkway.
"Who's your friend, sweetheart?", he asked lazily, sounding as if he didn't care much either way. It was clear that the party had bored him rather quickly, but at least your Mother's house provided a nice place to kick back and relax for a change. And you were there, of course. He never sought you out directly, because he knew he didn't have to. Cell could always be sure you would come to him first.
"Oh...it's just little ol' me, Celly~!", you replied with a playful lilt in your voice, melodic and saccharine-sweet. Your fingertips brushed his shoulder as you circled around the chair, gracefully swinging one leg over his to straddle him. Your clone stood behind, bending down to drape her arms around his neck, her hand splayed out across his broad, armored chestplate.
Cell tried not to show his surprise when he heard your voice whisper something utterly salacious in his ear, trying to reconcile the fact that you were still sitting pretty on his lap, looking for all the world like an angel with the wings of a butterfly. He raised a single brow ridge, lowering his shades to fix you with his fuchsia-eyed gaze.
"Ah. So my little pet has learned a new trick, has she?", mused the android, casually taking the hand massaging his pectorals and gracing its inner wrist with a gentlemanly kiss.
"I must admit, that does liven up the festivities quite a bit."
~
As night fell, the evening chill drove the (mostly inebriated) party-goers inside, granting the three of you enough privacy to celebrate however Cell saw fit.
And that involved you, both of you, down on your knees. Kneeling before him in a display of subservience, your long, proboscis-like tongues tangled around his thick, milk white cock, the length of it already slick with a syrupy mix of his own self-lubricating fluid and your saliva.
"Mmm...such good girls...", Cell practically purred his praise, making sure to remember that there were now two of you to double his pleasure. Running your tongue along the underside of his shaft, you latched your soft lips around the head, flushed the same lusty shade of violet as the android's face as you drew him deeper into the melting heat of your mouth.
Your clone, however, had other ideas. Ducking below you, she positioned her face level with the fleshy orifice from which Cell's member had emerged. With careful precision, she began to lap at the slick, uber-sensitive folds that enveloped the base, sampling the faintly sweet liquid that steadily leaked out from around his massive protrusion. This earned her a deep, guttural groan from above, and she swore she could feel his thighs quiver.
"Why, you sneaky little...", Cell scolded, grabbing her by the hair to meet his eyes. The two of you were delighted to find that your twin's efforts had ruffled Cell's non-existent feathers, if nothing else. The normally steady rhythm of his breathing had wavered a bit, and there was a distinct husk to his tone that wasn't there a few seconds ago. "Th-that...that's enough. Put that pretty mouth to work somewhere more useful."
"Oohhh, somebody's sensitive...Was that tooooo much for you, Celly?", your other half cooed, fluttering her pale eyelashes in a maddeningly coquettish fashion. He frowned, gritting his teeth in response. "Shut it, brat. Or I will make you.", he growled, abruptly suspending her in the air with one hand around her tiny waist. Turning his attention back to you, still sucking him off like it was your job, he fondly patted you on the head.
"Honestly, darling...Why can't your sister be more like you? Perhaps I should teach her some proper manners."
Indeed, the soft, tender bits of purple flesh nestled in the gaps between his exo-skeletal armor had always been a weak spot of sorts, especially in the vicinity surrounding his inguinal carapace. Cell had never let anyone touch him down there before, and even if you were the sole exception to that rule...using your luscious oral appendage to do so made it feel like his circuits were rapidly overloading, and not in an entirely pleasant way.
Plus, he had no desire to finish just yet. Not with two lovely specimens fawning over his perfect body instead of one.
While your twin thrashed her spindly legs and flapped her wings in frustration, begging to be put down, Cell used his free hand to peel you off of his cock with a wet pop. Taking the time to admire the view of the drool dripping down your chin and glistening in the valley of your cleavage, he flashed you his signature devilish grin.
"Would you like to go for a ride, my dear?" His fingers lightly played along the line of your jaw, teasing you with one obsidian claw pressed into the soft underside of your chin. Forcing your head back until his lips were hovering an inch or two from your slightly parted mouth, his breath was so hot and eager, you could practically taste his want on your tongue.
Nodding fervently, you stood up, just as excited as he was to have you wrapped around him. Cell beckoned you with the same sharp talon he could've just as easily opened your throat with, and you obediently slipped your panties out from under your party dress before crawling up to join him once more. Cell would've been remiss not to reward you for that, kissing you hungrily while you positioned yourself on top of him.
Your Mother may have designed you with the elegance of a butterfly in mind, but from the moment you first laid eyes on The Perfect Being, you had become nothing if not his loyal lapdog.
At the same time you were slowly sinking down onto his length with a needful whine, relishing every inch that stretched and filled and molded your insides to fit him like a glove, Cell had deigned to gift your angry twin with some much-needed attention. The arm holding her aloft had long been replaced with the android's serpentine tail, constricting around her fragile body like a great, speckled python. Naturally, she was none too happy about this, given she was only permitted to watch while you were roughly bounced around on Cell's cock- a mewling, sentient ragdoll.
"Hey, no faaaair!! When is it gonna be MY-", she squealed in protest, her words cut off with a choking gasp as the tail tightened around her midriff.
"Oh, you'll get your turn...", Cell chuckled darkly, even as he nuzzled the nape of your neck, trailing hot kisses down between your shoulderblades while you continued to grind on his lap. His hands gripped your tits like handlebars, physically dragging you up and down his throbbing shaft as if you were a mere toy. Meanwhile, the stinger at the tip of his tail slithered up between your clone's thighs, immediately halting the defiant kicking of her feet.
"Tell me, little one...", Cell whispered into your neck, inhaling your flowery, oh-so-fertile scent, "Whose cunt do you think is tighter? Wetter? Yours? Or perhaps...your sweet sister's?"
Your copy let out another loud gasp as the stinger rudely penetrated her, pushing deep enough to prod at the enrrance of her womb. Cell sighed with unabashed delight, fully enjoying the dual sensations of you riding his cock while he fucked your bratty imitation with his secondary sex organ. Both of you were absolutely drenched, coating each of Cell's appendages like he had just dipped them in honey.
"Well, well...I do believe this calls for a bit of a tie-breaker~!"
Sliding one hand down to the crease of your hip, he guided your motions in just the way he liked, leading you in an intimate dance. The other snuck beneath your dress, reaching around to place the pad of his index over your swelling clitoris, just barely making contact. "Now, I know you would never let your 'better half' show you up like that, sweetheart...", he taunted, his finger unmoving despite your pleading whimpers and bucking hips.
Better yet, he knew you wouldn't dare disappoint him. And he would make damn sure of it too. After all, there was no need to rub or caress the most sensitive part of you when he could simply make you fall apart with a single touch. You felt a warm, gentle buzzing sensation as Cell summoned a small amount of ki to effectively convert the digit into a makeshift vibrator, applying a bit more pressure, a bit more power, just to feel you clench even tighter around him...before drawing back again. And again. He couldn't help but love the little noises you made when he played with you like that.
Above the heads of you and your rather demanding lover, your twin was proving to be some stiff competition indeed. Her pussy was dripping juices down Cell's tail while the expanded tip thrust in and out of her at a merciless pace, stretching her open obscenely.
Anyone who dared to peek out the window would've been in for quite the show, seeing the helpless, winged creature impaled by the snake-like extremity that held her captive. Despite the volume of her frenzied cries, she was not the only one edging towards the finish line.
"Let go now, pet...Come for me." Cell ground out through his teeth, using you to chase his own release while his tail only served to supplement his enjoyment. His finger had grown almost painfully hot on your clit, driving you towards orgasm with the rapid, pulsing energy of his power. The hand that wasn't bracing yourself on his muscular thigh for balance reached back to grab onto one of the tall crests of his crown, a flailing, frantic gesture he might've found endearing were he not just about primed to explode all over your insides.
But the closer he got, the more filthy his normally dignified tongue became.
"I said come on my fucking cock, you worthless little insect. Drown it.", he snarled and snapped like a beast, baring his teeth, "Choke the goddamn life out of it...Milk. Me. Dry!"
Near the end, he bit down hard on the soft, synthetic skin of your shoulder, drawing cerulean artificial blood from the wounds while he pumped you full to the brim with the searing hot, irrefutable proof of his virility. Only after you'd screamed his name did he relent, licking his lips with pure satisfaction at the mess he'd made of his favorite plaything.
When it came to Cell, all you could do was what you were told.
~
"It appears we have a winner, ladies..." Cell hummed contentedly, running his fingers through your hair while you lay panting across his chest. He was still buried deep inside you, but now that he had released your 'sister' android from the punishing grip of his now retracted tail, it was time to make room for two.
Gently nudging you over, he draped your clone on top of his other side, right next to you. His softening phallus slipped out of your well-used hole in the process, and he had to admit he was a bit amused by the sheer amount of cream he'd filled you with. But even more so, the sight of you and your dear sister so adorably tuckered out in his arms.
"I would say the original is always best...but that might make me a liar, I suppose." Cell smirked to himself, subtly referring to the many sources of his own conception, most of which were currently inside stuffing their idiotic faces with birthday cake and expensive wine. Including the birthday boy himself.
"Now then, aren't you two curious about the victor of our naughty little game?"
But there was only silence from the twin butterfly girls sprawled out on his lap. You were snoring quietly into the crook of his neck, the feathery tips of your antennae tickling under his chin while your other half had buried her face in his chest. Both pairs of gossamer wings twitched and fluttered gently in the breeze as Cell softened his voice and pulled you both closer.
"Hmm...Evidently not. Guess I'll have to dole out your prize another time."
He nuzzled and pecked the top of your head affectionately while giving your copy a light-hearted swat on the backside for good measure. A temporary reward for two jobs well done.
~
A little while later, neither Mother nor Papa were sober enough to notice Cell come casually strolling through the door with you in a princess carry, your sleeping form made whole again. Losing consciousness had de-activated your multiform mode, and he knew you needed your beauty rest.
The next morning, Mother went to your room to check on you, just as she did with all of her children. She found you tucked safely into bed, though looking a bit worse for wear. But what really caught her eye here was the post-it note that had been cleanly skewered by one of your antennae, perfectly neat, cursive handwriting adorning both sides of the paper.
Careful to pluck it free without waking you, her eyes narrowed considerably as she read the message, realizing who had written it long before she saw the author's obnoxiously embellished signature.
~
My dearest Doctor,
I must thank you for inviting me to the little prince's party! Another year older and yet, he still manages to snivel and pout like a spoiled child. Pitiful, really.
Which reminds me, since you seem so keen on continually seeking my assistance with your research regarding the matter of artificial intelligence, allow me to offer a small token of pertinent advice:
Mind the help.
Seriously, you're lucky I didn't actually break her this time. And before you and your pathetic husband come crying to me about it- No, I will NOT be held responsible for any and all offspring not expressly birthed by YOURS TRULY.
~Mr. Perfect Cell
~
"Pompous prick," she muttered under her breath in disgust, promptly crumpling up the note in her fist and tossing it in the trash...leaving you to dream about that so-called 'pompous prick' and his stupidly handsome face for the remainder of your well-deserved day off.
Hell, you doubted you would ever experience true love at all, let alone have faith in something so…childish. Romance was a foreign concept, a magic word plucked straight out of some fairy tale— far removed from the cruel reality of your maddeningly dull existence. Such fantasies had no place in the real world, you thought, convinced that every person you met would just break your heart. The gods only knew you’d had your fair share of time spent picking up those pieces; prickly shards sticking in your skin like tiny splinters of glass, difficult to see if not for the pain.
Pain. Suffering. Debilitating dread for the future that lay ahead.
This was all you knew.
…Until you saw him.
You’d practically dragged yourself out of bed that morning, blinking blearily at the cheerful sunlight invading the slats between your dusty blinds. Steeling yourself for another long day of enduring your thankless receptionist job, you ground the heels of your palms into your sleep-crusted eyes until you saw spots, forcing yourself more securely past the waking threshold. The commute to the small dental practice in downtown West City was an absolute pain in the ass even with a semi-reliable car, but at least the pay was just enough to keep up with the rent on your tiny apartment and put food in your belly.
Pulling your fluffy pink bathrobe a little tighter around your bare shoulders, you shuffled your slippered feet into the kitchen to prepare a meager breakfast that might tide you over until your lunch break. After pouring some boiling water over a bowl of chalky-looking instant oatmeal, you plopped down on your creaky old futon and switched on the TV to catch whatever miserable news was occurring that day. How many innocent people had vanished without a trace during the night, only to leave a pile of rumpled clothing behind? You weren’t sure you even wanted to know.
In the past week alone, maybe less, multiple towns in the surrounding area had reported record-breaking amounts of missing persons cases, a few of which were either completely abandoned or evacuated altogether. You wondered just how long it was going to take for this bizarre epidemic to reach your own pathetic little village. Hey, at least it would save you from having to deal with all of the screaming children, the shrill whine of the dentist drill that could pierce your eardrums bloody even from behind the barrier of a noisy waiting room.
But the top story which greeted you this fine morning had come completely unexpected. Even as you flipped through the few stations that the cheapest cable package could provide, you found that you were inundated by the exact same image no matter what channel you landed on…a face to be precise, and a handsome one at that. Confused, but morbidly intrigued, you lifted your finger off the button and dropped the clicker, settling against the cushions to listen to this man’s speech, taking solace in the steaming aroma of comfort food wafting up from your lap.
At least, the mysterious speaker certainly appeared human at first glance…though truthfully, he was far too beautiful for you to consider him anything less than a deity. His name was Perfect Cell, he announced in a smooth, commanding voice, practically turning the already bland oatmeal to ashes in your mouth. He had wings like an angel, black as obsidian, and wore a pointed crown upon his head; resembling a prince from one of those old stories you resented with such vehemence. And those eyes–! You could’ve sworn that Cell’s penetrative, magenta gaze could see right through the cracks in your weary little heart…only to shatter it all over again with a charmingly devilish grin.
Oh, you were done for.
You didn’t even care what he was saying, or why he was saying it…all you knew was that you had to meet him. Witness such perfection for yourself, so that maybe you could say you had experienced something truly beautiful for once in your meaningless life. With your breakfast so quickly forgotten on the coffee table, you slowly crawled down to kneel on the rug with your robe hanging limply off your shoulders, your figure haloed by the cold, impersonal glow of the TV screen. Just…staring— drinking in everything that he was, imagining what it would be like to touch him, to run your fingers over that immaculate, ivory expanse of flesh between the elegant column of his throat and shoulder. You could see the finely-honed muscles twitch, either in excitement or agitation you knew not which. The way the definition of each tendon in his neck created a sinful hollow, shadows that dipped down into the junction between a pair of equally elegant clavicles.
Now you were salivating like Pavlov’s fucking dog, drooling at the mere idea of being close to something…someONE…so utterly flawless. You wished that he would swoop through your living room window and fly you straight to the moon. He could even crush the life from your body with his bare hands, collapsing your lungs before the vacuum of space could do the job for him. Despite all this, surely you would die happy having known his presence, however fleeting.
Worth it.
You stayed just like that through the remainder of what would soon come to be later known as the infamous ‘Doomsday broadcast’, eyes half-lidded and glazing over, trembling hands resting in your lap, resisting the urge to reach out and brush away the lines of static that threatened to obscure your beloved’s perfect features. Near the end, your ears perked up when Mr. Perfect Cell revealed the precise coordinates of where he would be waiting. Exactly what he was waiting *for* mattered not in the slightest as you frantically scribbled down every word he spoke onto a napkin, partially stained by coffee creamer. The delicate paper ripped several times in your haste, but you could thankfully still read it (sort of) when all was said and done. GPS would tale care of the rest.
In fact, you were so wrapped up in your blossoming infatuation with the monster, you barely registered the blast from Cell blowing a massive hole in the wall of the TV station with a lazy wave of his hand, the deafening sound clipping the audio of every microphone in the newsroom. Even the terrified cries of the numerous casualties he left in his wake were nothing compared to the frantic beat of your hopelessly twitterpated heart.
Much to your relief, the ensuing chaos that erupted throughout the city ensured that nobody would give a shit if you didn’t bother to call in sick that morning. After all, you had much better things to do. Bigger fish to fry, so to speak. Or maybe a bigger bug, you giggled to yourself, clutching the steering wheel of your old junk-box a little tighter. Veering off the beaten path towards a secluded grassland smack dab in the literal middle of nowhere.
~
That was all little more than a month ago, before Dr. Gero’s greatest creation achieved the ultimate victory at his own sinister game; hardly above flouting the rules and playing dirty to get what he wanted, despite his self-proclaimed perfection. You stood on the sidelines— the only one spared amongst the bodies and bloodshed littering the arena— and you watched, powerless yet rapt with fascination, as Perfect Cell descended upon the feeble populace of Earth like a one-man plague of locusts.
“Eat up, sir.”, you urged gently, nudging the plate closer to his spot at the table, only to be met with an icy silence. You frowned, having gone through a lot of trouble to procure enough ingredients for this dinner, wanting to make it special. Fresh meat was hard to come by without having to hunt down the damn cow yourself, and even basic produce like potatoes and carrots were a rare commodity now that most supermarkets were nothing but hollowed-out ruins, crawling with looters. Just one side effect of the collapse of society as you knew it. But despite it all, you put in the effort for him, you always did. To cook for him, feed him with your love. Your body. *Everything* was for him. It was the least you could do after he brutally murdered the family who once occupied the house the two of you now shared, gifting you a much finer home than you could ever have dared to dream of. You had to be grateful.
After all, what was left for you on the Earth’s rotting carcass but the angel of death who destroyed it?
Arms folded, stony expression barely glancing at the food, Cell’s upper lip twitched in mild disgust. You gave an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes towards the chandeliered ceiling. Never mind the fact you had never even seen the bio-android consume anything beyond whichever poor soul’s liquified innards he violently sucked up through his tail. You had wanted so badly to please him, and now the stubborn cicada was, well…he was just being himself.
“Pleeease? It’s gonna get cold…”, you tried again, taking a nibble of your own much smaller portion to show him what he was missing. Cell remained unmoved, only cocking his head slightly. Almost as if to say: You’ve got to be kidding.
“I don’t care if it’s cold or as hot as your planet’s pitiful sun, I refuse to ingest this…this human slop.”
“Please just try it…just one bite? Then I’ll leave you alone.”, you promised, fixing him with a certain pleading look, those irritating, sad-puppy eyes he’d come to detest for how horribly soft they made him. He grimaced, resisting the urge to grab you by the hair and smash your cute little face into the table…but he supposed he did like you better with recognizable features.
“Ugh, very well…”, Cell grumbled, picking up the knife and fork between slender fingers, pale as the fine china dish in front of him, “If it will shut that insufferable little mouth of yours.”
You couldn’t help the self-satisfied smirk that curled across your lips as Cell took a tentative bite of meat, a swift dilation of his pupils the only indication that he liked the taste. A tiny bit of dark juice dribbled down his chin as he chewed slowly, eyes narrowing as he instantly realized how wrong he had been.
“Tolerable.”, he reluctantly admitted, contemplating another bite even before he swallowed the first. A purple tongue flicked out to clean himself before adding a bitter: “At best.”
You knew he was lying, his programming wouldn’t let him. So you just scooted your chair closer to his, laying your cheek against the hard surface of his bicep, pleased as punch. Hungry for his approval.
“Soooo…I really did a good job then~?”
Cell huffed air through his nose, a non-committal sound that could’ve read as either dismissive…or ‘yeah, I guess.’
“Come on, then…tell me. You know how much I like when you say it.”, you prodded further, your tone almost cloyingly sweet as your hand slipped onto his thigh beneath the table.
Granted, it hadn’t taken much for Cell to warm up to you yourself, let alone your cooking— or at least, find you entertaining enough not to immediately vaporize. He thought it rather amusing that you had trekked all the way to his reclusive arena just to bask in his greatness like some insipid fangirl, and your little ‘crush’, as you had so quaintly put it, only piqued his curiosity. Your feelings were obviously of no consequence, but the novelty of having an obedient plaything to toss about and take advantage of…it was far too tempting to simply ignore your advances.
“Really, human…did you not say you would leave me to eat in peace if I—”, he started, a slight, impatient growl creeping into the already deep rumble of his voice. He tried not to let his body react, but the way your fingers teased at the uber-sensitive violet flesh nestled in the crevice where his armored groin and thigh met…he all but jumped out of his seat. Even more delicious, the implication of Cell’s desire to continue eating his meal despite the lukewarm reception was not lost on you.
“...if you say it, sir.”, you finish his sentence, well aware how much it would annoy him.
The android’s insectile wings began to vibrate, a low, ominous buzz behind the back of his chair. A surefire sign of his growing agitation. However, the way you continued to manipulate him beneath the table told a very different story. Cell calmly (or tried to anyway) set the fork down, peering down his nose at you in disdain. (Again, the keyword there was ‘try.’) His respiration quickened as your small hand caressed the shiny armor plate protecting his genitalia, allowing you to savor the feel of the smooth, chitinous surface softening underneath your touch. He knew exactly what you wanted him to say, how much you craved his sweet praise like a drug in your veins…but he was Perfect Fucking Cell, for Kami’s sake. He wasn’t going to let some lowly vermin get off that easily- or at all, for that matter. You would serve him properly and thank him for even letting you have the privilege.
And besides- tonight, like every other night since the two of you met, was all about him.
Faster than you could protest, he snatched your delicate wrist in a squeeze that made your fingers tingle, screeching his chair back so roughly that it was bound to scratch the floor.
“Presumptuous little fool…”, Cell hissed, his words cracking like a footbridge bearing too much weight. He probably needed this just as much as you did, judging by the way his inguinal carapace was already spread open, hot and leaking a clear, syrupy fluid. And oh, you could feel the prize that awaited you, slowly emerging, unfurling to its full, majestic length between your trembling fingers. Your mouth watered and he could practically smell your desperation.
It sickened him, how repulsive these base human desires could be.
“What makes you think you’ve earned it?”
You glanced up at the question with an innocence that made his face flush; the same shade of indigo that your numb fingers had begun to turn in his punishing grip.
“N-nothing, Mister Cell! B-but I…I can—”, you whimpered meekly, inevitably cowed by his raw, sexual aggression. It was all he needed. A cruel grin split across his gorgeous face, the only warning you would receive before being yanked clean from your chair and shoved to the floor at his feet. “Oh, no, no, my dear…” he chuckled, long legs shifting apart as he leaned back expectantly, making himself comfortable while also creating room for you to work.
“You will.”
~
How sweet you looked on your knees.
Compliant and willing, those pretty lips wrapped around his shaft like warm velvet. Cell’s cock was milk-white and obscenely thick, tapering to a sinewy, almost tendrilled shape at the lavender hued head, a florid blush of color that would only darken like a bruise upon reaching peak arousal. His entire length was covered in its own self-lubricating mucus, slimy and vaguely sweet to taste as you licked a stripe up the underside. Relishing every throb and twitch against your tongue, each muttered praise or growl of begrudging approval, you only sought one goal: to chase his pleasure.
“Mmm…so eager now, are we?”, Cell practically purred as you peppered a trail of wet kisses further south, watching with lazy interest while you lapped at the sensitive folds that surrounded the base of his member, “Filthy woman…you’d probably lick human waste off the ground should I ever command it.” Dipping your tongue inside just to tease him, your hand fell to stroking him up and down with a sure and possessive grip.
“Ahh, y-yeah…if it pleases you, sir…”, you murmured, lifting your head to happily resume slurping away at the android’s huge, pulsating cock like it was your last meal. Saliva and mucus oozed from the suction of your mouth to drizzle onto your heaving breasts, soaking through your shirt in the process. But Cell didn’t mind the mess. You would be taking all of him soon enough, though the question of which hole had yet to be decided. For the moment, he was more than happy to indulge your appetite, greedy pet that you were.
~
“Enough.”, he clipped, finally tiring of using your mouth after a few more minutes had gone by. Playtime was over, and now he was ready for a different kind of release. “On your feet, little one. Undress for me.”
Even with virtually no hesitation to obey on your part, Cell’s impatient nature won out, eyes flickering dangerously before he lashed forward. Sharp nails hooked into the collar of the t-shirt you typically wore as pajamas, suddenly ripping it open at a downwards angle. The tattered remnants hung open uselessly, baring your fragile human form to his gaze.
It was a good thing you weren’t wearing anything underneath, lest you risk subjecting yourself to another swipe of those claws.
“Ah, look at this~”, he cooed, almost pitying as his hand snaked between your quivering thighs, “And here I was going to make you beg…but it seems your body has already told me everything I wanted to hear.”
Cell’s large palm cupped your aching heat, marveling inwardly at the embarrassingly wet and needy state he could reduce you to. So adorable.
So pathetic.
“Come here…that’s a good girl.”
You barely registered the sound of those two little words you’d been longing for, drowned out by a cry of surprise as Cell dragged you forward with two fingers jammed up your cunt, his thumb applying torturous pressure to your clitoris. A sharp breath hissed through his teeth, feeling your snug inner walls cling to his digits like a vice, sucking him in. You grasped onto his powerful shoulders in response, attempting to steady yourself as the unexpected pleasure made your knees buckle.
“Hah! You certainly are a peculiar one, darling. Surprisingly durable for such a weak little worm…”
He drilled his fingers deeper, uttering an attractively nasty laugh at the pained whine it earned him. Positioned on two feet like this, tenuous as that stance may have been, you stood at just about eye level with Cell. It was an intimidating view, your small frame situated between his legs with his hand buried firmly between your own. The lewd squelch and slosh of his pumping fingers did precious little to quell your rising desire for the monster who had ended the world, yet there was no shame in the hectic color that painted your cheeks…nor the lust that dripped down your thighs.
“Yes! I-I’m weak, I…Cell, you- you make me this way…”, you confessed awkwardly, dropping the formal title he never really made you call him in the first place. What need did he have for petty human honorifics when he already had one throwing herself at his mercy?
“Cute…”, he muttered under his breath, capturing your mouth in a forceful, demanding kiss. Devoid of any real affection, it was meant as a simple display of ownership- a claim on your body that he marked with his teeth, digging into your lower lip until you both tasted blood.
“Alright then, my little *weakling*…”, he said, pushing you back against the table so abruptly you knocked over his untouched wine glass, a mistake that might’ve earned you a sharp slap were it not for the more pressing matter at hand. However, with the plans he held in store for you, perhaps be could afford to show a modicum of kindness.
Rising from his seat with a grace that belied his hulking, biomechanical frame, Cell leaned down to whisper hotly in your ear, rocking his hips against yours in a languid non-rhythm. His next words were frightening in their sheer dominance, nearly making you forget to breathe.
“Show me how you break for me.”
Slippery fingers worked their way into your obediently-parted mouth, pressing down on the back of your tongue until you squirmed, fighting not to gag as Perfect Cell proceeded to fuck you right there on top of the dinner table. His pace was hard and unforgiving, tireless as the very machine he was birthed from. He hovered in mid-air, achieving the optimum height and angle to drive himself as deep as possible. Using you like a toy, he pounded your drenched pussy while his one free arm pushed your thighs so far back towards your chest that you feared he might accidentally snap you in half. Every thrust made him groan from how tight you still were, how inviting your contorted body remained despite the abuse it had endured.
“Hahh…You take me so well, my dear…Always so, mmnh…accommodating.”
“I…I try my best. I’d do anything for you…Anything. Just want to…wanna be yours.” you panted softly, your small voice muffled as you suckled on his fingers like candy. He was getting close now, but far from wanting the moment to end.
A rare, gentle peck of the lips graced your forehead, swelling your heart with joy. How could it be that the one person who understood you, the only man you ever truly loved, however brief…was no man at all? A heady cocktail of pleasure and euphoria fuzzied your thoughts as your own climax approached like an errant wave, and you found you could do little but succumb to its power, letting it wash you away.
“Aw. That you would, kitten…That. You. WOULD.”
One powerful cant of his hips had you screaming his name as you came hard enough to see a full galaxy of stars flashing behind your eyelids, his cockhead nearly piercing the yielding softness of your womb. You thrashed beneath his weight as your body spasmed, pawing at the pointed crests of his crown in an attempt to hold on for dear life. But Cell just flipped you over onto your belly as easily as if you were no more than a doll (or a corpse) the flexibility of his member allowing him to stay fully sheathed in the process. Evidently, he wasn’t done with you.
Not yet.
~
“Now that you mention it, there is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while. Something I’ve only done, say…twice before.”, Cell mused thoughtfully, a wistful air in his tone that hardly matched the brutality with which he continued to violate you. Past the point of overstimulation, and barrelling into outright agony, your pelvis and the tops of your thighs smashed into the table so roughly that the squared, wooden edge began to bruise and cut into your flesh. “To be quite frank, I suppose I never found you all that deserving of such an honor. But you’ve really stepped up your game this evening…and proven your commitment to perfection.”
A single claw traced the delicate arch of your spine, making you shiver in anticipation of the new game your lover wanted to play. But as you turned your head to peek over one shoulder, you were horrified by the sight of Cell’s elongated tail, swaying back and forth like some kind of venomous serpent. The needle-like stinger dripped with the same lubricant that coated his length, and every muscle in your body seemed to clench at the realization.
“Wh-what…what are you going to—”
Confusion and panic began to take hold, settling into the pit of your stomach like a heavy blanket. Cell savored the change in demeanor, your tight hole milking him like the good little cockwarmer he expected you to be.
“Mmm…Not that your consent has ever been a factor, love, buuuut I should warn you~ This is probably going to feel a tad...uncomfortable.”
Suddenly, his hands snuck underneath your arms, hoisting you up so that your back was flush with his broad chest. Nuzzling his nose along your neck, he moved to lift one of your legs, ankle dangling limply in the air while he slammed into you even harder. By increasing his speed, he sought to test the limits of his own impressive stamina. After all, what he was about to do next would take some time, and patience was a muscle he seldom exercised.
“Don’t be afraid…”, he growled, the tip of his tail hovering closer, too close to your face. His free hand grasped hold of your chin, tilting it up so that you could watch it swish and undulate, the motions mesmerizing. “You expressed your desire to belong to me, did you not? Well, here’s your chance.”
Right before your very eyes, the narrow end of Cell’s stinger expanded into the shape of a funnel with an alarmingly wet, meaty-sounding stretch, casting a shadow over you both. You stared helplessly up into the dark, sticky void of your fate, unsure of his intentions.
“Woah, woah, wait! Cell, you’re not gonna, like…eat me, are you? Like those poor people in Nicky Town…a-and Ginger Town?”, you asked, trying and failing to sound like you weren't absolutely pissing your non-existent pants in terror. But the android just giggled, downright giddy to be able to share this intimate experience with you. He was holding back so much now, the urge to fill your insides with his seed becoming as intense as his mounting need to devour you whole.
“Oh, of course not…though I’m sure you’d taste deliciousss.”, he added with a deep-throated rasp which unknowingly hearkened back to his imperfect days, “But no. I’m simply going to make sure you and I are never apart, even after I’ve finally eliminated this…nnnghh…revolting little mudball of a planet.”
“But I don’t under—”
Cell quieted your feeble complaints with a finger to your lips, his own covering your neck in uncharacteristically sloppy, fervent kisses. He couldn’t exactly say this was love, especially since he would be hard-pressed to even define such an abstract concept. But maybe the closest approximation was this hunger, this relentless compulsion to keep you near him. Always.
"Shhhh…I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter, sweetheart. Just close your eyes and accept this- my final gift to the only human worthy enough to receive it.”
Pure darkness enshrouded you in that moment, hot and suffocatingly tight. It squeezed the air from your lungs faster than you could fill them back up again, and before long, you began to fade.
Further and further away, you were falling.
You weren’t even sure if Cell actually finished inside of you or not, because if he did, you never felt it. All you knew were the strong arms of oblivion, tenderly cradling you in its embrace until you reached the bottom. And through it all, even from deep inside that lightless, undying abyss…
You could hear his laughter, and it was the most beautiful song you’d ever heard.
~
“Nice and cozy in there?”
With no voice to respond, you could only listen. And wait.
“Good girl. Just hold on, love. We’ll be leaving this place...very soon.”
You heard everything that came after: a massive explosion, a burst of energy and heat that you could only sense the barest remnants of, given your limited faculties. Until there existed nothing beyond the silence of vast, empty space and Cell’s triumphant voice, echoing like a clarion call throughout your mind. Declaring yet another victory.
You were impossibly small now, but so safe inside. Just where you were always meant to be.
Surely that could be counted as a victory in and of itself.
~
Having discovered your true purpose in life and death alike, sleep found you at last. Everything that you used to be was now a mere speck of debris caught in the beat of Cell’s wings as he took off for another world to conquer, perhaps a new toy to bend and break. Just as he had done with a certain little human whose naive obsession had led to her own demise.
But that hardly mattered. Not even if you were replaced, or slowly forgotten with time. Nothing mattered anymore now that you were together. Free to follow your love into the ‘happily ever after’ you never believed in, you found your faith restored. Even as you were fully digested and absorbed by the god he’d become.
Hey how are you so if the female bio android reader has the same biology as cell does that also imply she also has similar powers as well, like she is able to make copies of herself like cell, I bet cell would love having a threesome with the reader and her clone, especially if both readers won’t stop kissing and caressing his body, begging for his attention
THAT, my friend, is a tasty concept! My logical brain wants to say that she doesn't have that ability because she wasn't engineered as a combat android. The multiform technique was made for fightin', not lovin' lol
BUT
It's still hot af.
Too hot to pass up, in fact.
(Editor's note: Sorry not sorry, I spent WAY too much time writing this *nervous laughter*)
When Mother programmed you with a multiform technique, she informed you that it was strictly for you to be able to juggle your numerous household duties in a more timely and efficient manner.
There was cleaning to do, of course, not to mention near astronomical amounts of cooking. Mother's husband, a man you would never dare call 'Papa' to his face, had an appetite like a damn garbage disposal, and so this task left you very little time to properly tend to the family's only two human children.
However, engaging 'multiform' meant that you could be in multiple places at once, dividing yourself into identical copies of your original body in order to get all of your work done. You could do this up to five times, to be exact, but there was a downside to stretching yourself so thin. Your energy level would be cut in half each time you multiplied, and so every new copy produced would tire everyone twice as fast. Mother advised you to keep it down to two as much as possible, but the amount of work she saddled you with on a daily basis made that...difficut.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day of cooking a huge feast for Papa's birthday and making sure Mother's rambunctious older son stayed out of her unattended laboratory, you (and your four clones) were utterly exhausted. Pulling yourself back together helped some, but you were definitely left with the overwhelming need to blow off some steam after the stress of the day had worn you down. You may have been half-android, but you were also half-organic too, which meant you had certain...very biological needs.
That was why, when Mother told you to take the rest of the night off to relax and literally recharge your 'batteries', you practically leapt at the opportunity to go see HIM.
You knew your family didn't approve of your relationship with Perfect Cell. Especially Papa, who had helped fight him during the big game that you had only heard about because it happened before your creation. They said that Cell had tried to destroy the Earth...but little did they know, the only thing he had been destroying lately was you.
As it turned out, he was relatively easy to find that night. Mother had invited him to the birthday party out of obligation, a reluctant show of gratitude for assisting with some scientific endeavor or other. Plus, Papa had mentioned Cell would get all uppity if he didn't receive an invitation. That sounded about right to you.
Sure enough, you found him lounging out by the pool, a pair of dark sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting the chlorinated water with a warm tangerine glow. As you approached, Cell became aware of two pairs of delicate footsteps pitter-pattering along the walkway.
"Who's your friend, sweetheart?", he asked lazily, sounding as if he didn't care either way. The party had bored him quickly, but at least your Mother's house provided a nice place to kick back and relax for a change. And you were there, naturally. He never sought you out, because he knew he didn't have to. Cell could always be sure you would come to him first.
"Oh...it's just little ol' me, Celly~", you replied with a playful lilt in your voice, melodic and sweet. Your fingertips brushed his shoulder as you circled around the chair, gracefully swinging one leg over his lap to straddle him. Your clone stood behind, bending down to drape her arms around his neck, her hand splayed out across his broad, armored chestplates.
Cell tried not to show his surprise when he heard your voice whisper something utterly salacious in his ear, trying to reconcile the fact that you were still sitting pretty on his lap, looking like an angel with the wings of a butterfly. He raised a single eyebrow ridge, lowering his shades to fix you with his fuchsia-eyed gaze.
"Ah. So my little pet has learned a new trick, has she?", mused the android, casually taking the hand massaging his pectorals and gracing the inner wrist with a gentlemanly kiss.
"I must admit that does liven up the festivities...quite a bit."
~
As night fell, the evening chill drove the (mostly inebriated) party-goers inside, granting the three of you the privacy to celebrate however Cell saw fit.
And that involved you, both of you, on your knees. Kneeling before him in subservience, your long, proboscis-like tongues tangled around his thick, milk white cock, the length of it already slick with a syrupy mix of his own self-lubricating fluid and your saliva.
"Mmm...such good girls...", Cell practically purred his praise, making sure to remember that there was now two of you to double his pleasure. Running your tongue along the underside of his shaft, you latched your soft lips around his cockhead, flushed the same lusty shade of violet as the android's face as you drew him deeper into the warmth of your mouth.
Your clone, however, had other ideas. Ducking below you, she positioned her face at the fleshy orifice from which Cell's member had emerged. With careful precision, she lapped at the slick, sensitive folds that enveloped the base, sampling the faintly sweet liquid that steadily leaked out from around his massive protrusion. This earned her a deep, guttural groan from above, and she swore she could feel his thighs quiver.
"Why, you sneaky little...", Cell scolded her, if only in mild jest, grabbing her by the hair to meet his eyes. The two of you were delighted to find that your twin's efforts had ruffled Cell's non-existent feathers, if nothing else. The normally steady rhythm of his breathing had wavered a bit, and there was a distinct warm husk to his tone that wasn't there a few seconds ago. "Th-that's...that's enough. Put that pretty mouth to work somewhere more useful."
"Oohhh...Was that tooooo much for you, Celly?", your other half cooed, fluttering her pale eyelashes in a maddeningly coquettish fashion. He frowned, gritting his teeth in response. "Shut it, brat. Or I will make you.", he growled, abruptly suspending her in the air with one hand gripping her tiny waist. Turning his attention back to you, still sucking him off like it was your job, he fondly patted your head, right between your feathery pair of antennae.
"Honestly, darling...Why can't your sister be more like you? Perhaps I should teach her some proper manners, hm?"
Indeed, the soft, tender bits of purple flesh nestled in the gaps between his exo-skeletal armor had always been a weakness of sorts, especially in the vicinity surrounding his inguinal carapace. Cell had never let anyone touch him down there, and even if you were the only exception...using your luscious oral appendage made him feel like his circuits were rapidly overloading, and not in an entirely pleasant way.
Plus, he didn't want to finish yet. Not with two lovely specimens fawning over his perfect body instead of one.
While your twin thrashed her spindly legs and flapped her wings in frustration, begging to be put down, Cell used his free hand to peel you off of his cock with a pop. Taking the time to admire the view of the drool dripping down your chin and glistening in the valley of your cleavage, he flashed you his signature devilish grin.
"Would you like to go for a ride, my dear?" His fingers lightly played along the line of your jaw, teasing you as one obsidian claw pressed into the soft underside of your chin. Forcing your head back until his lips were hovering an inch or two from your slightly parted mouth, his breath hot and eager. You swore you could taste his want on your tongue.
Nodding fervently, you stood up, just as excited as he was to have you wrapped around his cock. Cell beckoned you with the same sharp talon he could've just as easily opened your throat with, and you obediently slipped your panties out from under your party dress before crawling up to join him once more. Cell would've been remiss not to reward you for that, kissing you hungrily while you positioned yourself on top of him.
Your Mother may have designed you with the elegance of a butterfly in mind, but from the moment you first laid eyes on The Perfect Being, you had become nothing if not his loyal lapdog.
At the same time you were slowly sinking down onto his length with a needful whine, relishing every inch that stretched and filled and molded your insides to fit him like a glove, Cell had deigned to gift your twin with some much-needed attention. The arm holding her aloft had long been replaced with the android's serpentine tail, constricting around her fragile body like a great, speckled python. Naturally, she was none too happy about this, given she was only permitted to watch while you were roughly bounced around on Cell's cock, a mewling sentient ragdoll.
"Hey, no faaaair!! When is it gonna be MY-", she squealed, her words cut off with a choking gasp as the tail tightened around her midriff.
"Oh, you'll get your turn...", Cell chuckled darkly, even as he nuzzled the nape of your neck, trailing hot kisses down between your shoulderblades while you continued to grind on his lap. His hands gripped your tits like handlebars, physically dragging you up and down his throbbing shaft as if you were a toy. Meanwhile, the stinger at the tip of his tail slithered between your clone's thighs, immediately halting the defiant kicking of her feet.
"Tell me, little one...", Cell whispered into your neck, inhaling your flowery, oh-so-fertile scent, "Whose cunt do you think is tighter? Wetter? You? Or perhaps...your sweet sister?"
Your copy let out another loud gasp as the stinger rudely penetrated her, pushing deep enough to nudge at the opening of her womb. Cell sighed with unabashed delight, fully enjoying the dual sensations of you riding his cock while he fucked your bratty imitation with his secondary sex organ. Both of you were absolutely drenched, coating each of Cell's appendages like he had just dipped them in honey.
"Well, well...I do believe this calls for a bit of a tie-breaker."
Sliding one hand down to the crease of your hip, he guided your motions in just the way he liked, leading you in an intimate dance. The other snuck beneath your dress, reaching around to press a single finger over your swelling clitoris. "Now, I know you would never let your 'better half' show you up like that, sweetheart...", he taunted, his finger unmoving despite your whimpers and bucking hips.
Better yet, he knew you wouldn't dare disappoint him. And he would make sure of it. There was no need to rub or caress the most sensitive part of you when he could simply make you fall apart with a single touch. You felt a warm, gentle buzzing sensation as Cell summoned a small amount of ki to effectively turn his finger into a vibrator, applying a bit more pressure, a bit more power, just to feel you clench even tighter around him...before pulling back again. And again. He couldn't help but love the little noises you made when he played with you like that.
Above the heads of you and your rather demanding lover, your twin was proving to be some stiff competition. Her pussy was dripping juices down Cell's tail while the expanded tip thrust in and out of her at a merciless pace, stretching her open obscenely.
Anyone who dared to peek out the window would've been in for quite the show, seeing the helpless, winged creature impaled by the snake-like extremity that held her captive. Despite the volume of her ecstatic moans, she was not the only one who was edging towards the finish line.
"Let go now, pet...Come for me." Cell ground out through his teeth, using you to chase his release while his tail served to supplement his enjoyment. His finger had grown almost painfully hot on your clit, driving you towards orgasm with the rapidly pulsing energy of his power. The hand that wasn't bracing yourself on his muscular thigh for balance reached up to grab onto one of the tall crests of his crown, a flailing, frantic gesture he would've found adorable if he wasn't just about primed to explode all over your insides.
But the closer he got, the more filthy his normally dignified tongue became.
"I said, come on my fucking cock, you worthless little insect. Drown it.", he snarled and snapped like a beast, baring his pointed fangs, "Choke the goddamn life out of it...Milk. Me. Dry!"
Near the end, he bit down hard on the soft, synthetic skin of your shoulder, drawing cerulean artificial blood from the wounds while he pumped you full to the brim with searing hot, irrefutable proof of his virility. Only after you'd screamed his name did he relent, licking his lips with pure satisfaction at the mess he'd made of his favorite plaything.
When it came to Cell, all you could do was what you were told.
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"It appears we have a winner, ladies..." Cell hummed contentedly, running his fingers through your hair while you lay panting across his chest. He was still buried deep inside you, but now that he had released your 'sister' android from the punishing grip of his retracted tail, it was time to make room for two.
Gently nudging you over, he draped your clone on top of his other side, right next to you. His softening cock slipped out of your well-used hole in the process, and he had to admit he was a bit amused by the sheer amount of cream he'd filled you up with. But even more so, the sight of you and your dear sister so adorably tuckered out in his arms.
"I would say the original is always best...but that would make me a liar, I suppose." Cell smirked to himself, subtly referring to the many sources of his own conception, most of which were currently inside stuffing their idiotic faces with birthday cake and expensive wine. Including the birthday boy himself.
"Well then, aren't you two curious about the victor of our naughty little game?"
But there was only silence from the twin butterfly androids sprawled out on his lap. You were snoring gently into the crook of his neck, your antennae tickling his chin while your other half had buried her face in his chest. Both pairs of gossamer wings twitched and fluttered gently in the breeze as Cell softened his voice and pulled you both closer.
"Hmm...Evidently not. Guess I'll have to dole out your prize another time, little one."
He nuzzled and kissed the top of your head affectionately while giving your copy a playful swat on the backside. A temporary reward for two jobs well done.
~
A little while later, neither Mother nor Papa were sober enough to witness Cell come strolling through the door with you in a princess carry, your sleeping form made whole again. Losing consciousness had de-activated your multiform mode, and now it was time for you to rest.
The next morning, Mother went to your room to check on you, just as she did with all of her children. She found you tucked safely into bed, though you were looking a bit worse for wear. There was also a post-it note skewered by one of your antennae, perfectly neat cursive handwriting adorning the paper.
My dearest Doctor,
Carefully plucking it off to read it without waking you, her eyes narrowed considerably as she realized who had written the message.
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I must thank you for inviting me to the little Prince's party! Another year older and yet, he still manages to snivel and pout like a spoiled child. Pitiful, really.
Which reminds me, since you seem so keen on continually seeking my assistance with your research on artificial intelligence, allow me to offer you a small token of advice regarding the matter:
Mind the help.
Seriously, you're lucky I didn't actually break her this time. And before you and your pathetic husband come crying about it- No, I will NOT be held responsible for any offspring that was not expressly birthed by YOURS TRULY.
"Pompous prick.", she muttered under her breath, promptly crumpling up the note in her fist and tossing it in the trash...leaving you to dream about said pompous prick for the remainder of your well-deserved day off.
Hey so I have an imagine for Hfil cell and his bio android girlfriend so do you know the episode call o captain my captain where ginyu swap bodies with a frog and through out the episode he isgoing after cell, but instead of cell he is going after the butterfly reader since she looks more like an insect than him , and eventually Ginyu frog gets into her room and starts to assault her like he did with cell in the episode, and I would like to see a protective cell
Cell would definitely be FURIOUS, especially because he knows how aggressive that pesky dog/frog/captain can be! He would rush to her rescue, puffing out his chest and ready to throw hands with Ginyu...but here's the twist:
When he finally shows up to save his lady, he's surprised (and maybe a little disappointed) to find her arms squeezing around the creature's waist, cuddling and cooing at him like the adorable pet he is. Ginyu looks noticeably uncomfortable, squirming and trying to get away but the butterfly android is suprisingly strong. He's trapped lol 😂
"Awww...you're such a good little puppy, aren't you, Captain?", she praises, patting his head and ignoring the wide-eyed look of dismay on his flushed purple face. Cell just kinda....stands in the doorway, slightly dumbfounded at the sight. He hesitantly raises a questioning finger, about to ask what the hell is going on, but then he notices how happy she is.
"Ah, don't mind me, sweetheart. I see you have the situation handled." He chuckles as he casually leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his broad chest. Trying to look bored, like he has a million better things to do.
But the butterfly android knows better. She rises gracefully, letting a relieved Ginyu retreat...or at least try to. A single, calm "good boy" seems to root the subdued Captain to the spot.
"Oh, Celly...were you worried about me~?", she practically purrs, greeting the bug-man with a kiss as he leans down to meet her tip-toed stance.
"Pfff...Of course not", he scoffs, looking away with a slight eye-roll, though the faintest dusting of violet tints his milk-white complexion, "I just...came to see what you wanted for dinner. By some miracle, Rad got the grill working again after Guru's fat ass crushed it in his sleep."
But the butterfly just smiles, reaching up to caress one of the dual crests that make up Cell's pointed crown, something she knows he likes. His wings twitch slightly as he looks down at her, his unaffected expression melting into something calmer, even content. Albeit reluctantly so- as an evil android hell-bent on destroying the universe, contentment was hardly his thing.
The butterfly sighs happily, her smile only widening when she feels Captain Ginyu crawling up to nuzzle against her leg. One of her iridescent wings wraps around him fondly. "You should've known, Celly. I can take care of myself. After all...", she assures, resting her head against her android lover's hard, armored chest-plates. If Cell's multiple hearts were actually still beating, she might've heard them quicken upon the close contact.
"I've already tamed one ferocious beast. Why not two?"
Hey how are you doing so imagine the butterfly bio female get into an intense heat one night, she can help but think about cell while touching herself but feels unsatisfied so decides to sneak outside her creators house to see him, and beg him to take her and her pheromones are strong enought to get him in the mood ?
Short answer? Her 'creator' ain't getting her back 😂
Longer, more satisfying answer:
Mother had warned you time and time again. That he was too dangerous, too unpredictable. Even if he had ultimately decided to spare this wretched planet a terrible fate, Perfect Cell was still not to be trusted.
Not like that would stop you tonight.
You were on fire. Burning from the tips of your butterfly wings to the biological core deep within, the one that separated you from all of Mother's other, clunky, mechanical creations. They had no soul, no heat. Not like you.
Now that same heat was consuming you in your own bed, more powerful than your programming could ever hope to override. And you knew exactly how to douse the flames. Drifting towards and through the open window, moonlight fills your iridescent wings like delicate stained glass. You knew that your body was not built with fragility in mind, but your heart had yet to be tested. Part of you hoped he might be gentle.
Another part didn't care.
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"How did you manage to find me, little one?", Cell wonders, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips. He almost seems impressed. "Why, I thought I had sufficiently suppressed my-"
"Pheromones." You answer simply, concisely, sounding every bit like Mother even if you have yet to realize it. "You and I both share entomological DNA, yes? Therefore, you release pheromones, just as I do. I do not need to detect energy signatures when I can simply smell you from miles away."
You found him standing sentinel atop the roof of the tallest skyscraper in West City. His eyes had been closed then, deep in thought. But now here you were, practically demanding his attention.
"Huh. And you were desperate enough to come all the way up here to see me? How cute..."
You can practically hear the glimmer of sharp, white teeth revealed by his grin as Cell snatches your tiny wrists and yanks you into his arms. You gasp softly, a mere fly in his web, your cheek pressed to his hard, armored chest. He's surprisingly warm, his low, deep voice rumbling from within.
"Mm. Now that you mention it...you do seem to carry a most delectable scent, my dear." The tips of Cell's claws trace up the length of your spine to the base of your wings. He chuckles quietly when you shiver in his tightening grasp.
"Do you think you can...assist me with my problem, Mr. Cell?", you ask timidly, your own words breathless and heavy with the weight of your need. He can feel the heat through your synthetic flesh, and it beckons him like nothing else.
"Look at me, pet." The android purrs, deftly slipping his other hand beneath your chin, arching your slender neck to meet his magenta gaze, "That's Mr. Perfect Cell to you...But if you really want to know what I think..."
He leans down then, tilting your head to the side to brush his impossibly smooth lips against the willowy antennae-like appendages that serve as your ears. Sound is not the only thing they're sensitive to- your body quivers like a lone leaf on a branch at Cell's touch, his long fingers seeking out the source of that ever-enticing aroma. A honeyed ambrosia that teases a hunger into his voice, so raw that you'd never expect it.
"I think," he growls, suddenly spinning around and dipping you back over the edge of the roof like a dancer, his movements graceful and swift. Pressing a deceptively chaste kiss to the hollow of your throat, he allows you to dangle above the city while his mouth lingers, savoring the taste of your skin. You fall silent with shock, staring up at the moon with stars in your eyes until terror screws them shut. Stimulates your vocal cords to cry out into the night.
