#cell x reader

[blackenedsnow]

Hi how are you doing could I request yandere perfect cell x female android reader who was made by Dr. brief and who the total opposite of cell

perfect obsession

WARNING: Yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, slight psychological manipulation

PAIRING: Yandere! Perfect Cell x (Fem) Android! Reader

NOTE: Hi! I'm doing great, thanks for asking! I hope you like this!

SUMMARY: Perfect Cell is used to being in control—of power, of his plans, of others. But when he encounters a female android created by Dr. Briefs, who is kind, gentle, and compassionate, the contrast between them fascinates him.

The lab was quiet, save for the gentle hum of machinery and the soft clicking of buttons as you worked. Dr. Briefs had designed you with care—an android meant to aid rather than destroy. Everything about you was different from the world-destroying creature Cell had become, and yet, you could feel his eyes on you, watching with unnerving intensity.

“Dr. Briefs’ newest creation,” a low, menacing voice echoed through the lab.

You froze, recognizing it immediately. Slowly, you turned to face the towering figure of Perfect Cell. He stepped forward, his piercing eyes locked on you, that trademark smirk creeping onto his face.

“I must say, you’re quite the interesting little project,” he said, his voice smooth yet laced with something dark. “So… different from me. I can’t help but wonder, why would the good doctor create something so… soft?”

You blinked, keeping your composure despite the growing tension. “Dr. Briefs didn’t create me for destruction, Cell. I’m here to help. You and I—we’re not the same.”

Cell chuckled, the sound reverberating through the lab. “No, we’re not,” he agreed, his eyes narrowing as he took another step toward you. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something that draws me in. You see, I was made to be perfect, to dominate. And you…”

His hand reached out, brushing a lock of your hair from your face, and you stiffened under his touch. “You’re flawed in all the right ways,” he murmured. “But that only makes me want to keep you closer.”

You stepped back instinctively, your polite demeanor giving way to discomfort. “Cell, you’re not supposed to be here. I think you should leave.”

Cell’s smirk widened as if amused by your defiance. “You don’t understand, do you? I don’t need permission. I take what I want.” His voice was low, a dangerous edge creeping into it.

“And right now… what I want is you.”

Your heart raced, not in fear of physical harm, but of the intensity behind his words. There was something twisted in the way he looked at you, as though you were no longer just an android to him, but something more—a prize, an obsession.

“I don’t belong to anyone, Cell,” you said, trying to keep your voice firm despite the unease crawling up your spine.

“Oh, but you will,” he whispered, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “You just don’t know it yet.”

You tried to move away, but his grip tightened, holding you in place. “We’re opposites, yes,” he continued, his eyes gleaming with something possessive. “But that only makes this more… interesting. You’re the only one who could ever hope to complete me, little android.”

His voice was dripping with conviction, and you realized with growing dread that Cell wasn’t just toying with you. He truly believed you belonged with him—or rather, to him.

“But don’t worry,” he said softly, leaning in just enough for you to feel the chill of his presence. “I’ll be patient. After all, I have all the time in the world to make you see things my way.”

You pulled away sharply, finally breaking free from his grasp. “I’m not like you, Cell. I never will be.”

Cell’s smirk didn’t falter. “We’ll see.”

As he turned to leave, the air around you felt colder, heavier. You knew this wasn’t over. Perfect Cell was patient, calculating, and worst of all, utterly convinced that you were his. And no matter how much you resisted, you could feel the weight of his obsession closing in around you.

[klaudia96art]

Lauraxcell pocky day ♥️😉 and meme 🌧️😅

[kamodofilez]

Someone said I made Cell look like a twink, and personally I don’t really see it 🤷‍♀️

[standanddeliver]

Cell x Reader HCs (The Basics)

SFW!! My interpretation.

Cell is a romantic, but he’s incredibly unhinged with how he expresses it. You say, “I like flowers”, he hems up a botanist to get you the rarest flora in the world. You say “I like cats”, he brings you to the cat shelter after whispering to the staff that if they interrupt your date, he will ruin them. That sort of stuff. He loves to please, he thinks he should be able to do so always. He’s perfect, after all. He is very much a material giver, but he certainly doesn’t stop there. Compliments do come somewhat naturally to him, and he doesn’t often compare you to himself. He instead compares others to you, and explains their shortcomings and where you stand above the rest. He loves dates. Any chance to show off is prime “time to spend with my s/o” time. 

His love languages are easy to see, gift giving and words of affirmation. But quality time is something he often gives, and physical touch is not far behind. He loves to give you things or experiences that he makes sure are unique in one way or another. He believes it’s a great way to leave his mark on your life. This being said, taking the time to tell you about your value to him is something he picked up over time. He knows the value of spoken word, and cannot simply praise himself knowing that you are not given that same praise in some way. Look at that, he has a heart. He enjoys having physical contact with you, but it’s not entirely ‘romantic’, if you will. If you’ve got hair he can touch, he’ll touch it. He also enjoys touching your face, and resting his hands on your shoulders/arms as he walks with you. Directing your gaze himself is not something that’s particularly uncommon with him. He loves having dates, as previously mentioned, and takes time to ensure they’re almost habitual in timing.

Cell’s behavior didn’t change much upon realizing he had romantic feelings for you. He did a brief mental double-take, but quickly grew to accept it. He was actually quite amused by it, all things considered. All this did was confirm that you were special to him. He continued his general routine, and when he saw you once again, he greeted you with more vigor than usual. This was the extent of the change in the moment, but he grew more fond and forward with you. 

The hints that were dropped were less hints and more vague statements indicating how he felt. “You are unusually alluring to me.” “You are unlike the rest of these idiots, you know that?” “Careful now, don’t go making me like you too much more,” and so on. He’s a bit flirty, honestly, and does enjoy making passing comments. He does this before and after being in a proper relationship with you. 

He views you as basically the “perfect partner”. You are his new ideal, and he doesn’t believe that there’s anything to change about you in the slightest. You are held in such high regard, and he needs you to remember this. He tells you often. He brags about you, and wouldn’t hesitate to verbally (and physically) eviscerate someone if they even slightly indicated disagreement with his words. 

Cell’s gifts are always thoughtful, but they vary in substance. He likes to gift experiences, so he will pull whatever strings are needed to get you that thing you wanted. Whether that’s a quick trip to a store, or overthrowing a government with his bare hands. He likes to get you things that are rarities as well, finding them to be more ‘your style’. He really does just want the satisfaction of knowing that whatever he got you was appreciated and valued. Anything you can imagine, you will get. You can imagine how birthdays go, can’t you?

He learned about you in totally normal ways. By staring at you, searching through databases to learn more, observing you doing your hobbies when he spent time with you, and asking questions as they came up. He was always sort of curious about you, upon realizing he liked you enough to have you around. So, he’s just been gathering information since he’s come to that realization. He’s a fast learner. 

Cell doesn’t “deal” with his emotions. He experiences them in a relatively dulled way, and unless it pushes him off of his egotistical pedestal, he couldn’t care less. He’s not hugely sentimental anyway. If he is hit with something that overwhelms him, he tends to reinforce his cocky attitude to try to compensate for what happened. He doesn’t like to be caught off guard, and if he is, he tends to lean more into whatever occurred to try to stabilize his behavior more. Even when it comes to vulnerability. That phrase, ‘fake it till you make it’ applies quite a lot here. 

He does NOT say “I love you” first, but once you’ve said it to him, he will likely return the sentiment. He doesn’t say it very frequently, but if you say it to him, he will say it back. He’s just not really the type to say it, I suppose. 

The things that make him feel valued are words of affirmation. He really does like to be told things, and would rather hear something in passing than receive nothing from you. Acts of service aren’t things he cares for, and he’s not particularly keen on getting gifts, but quality time and physical affection are things he does feel somewhat valued by. Mainly because he understands them as viable and reasonable acts of love. He doesn’t really find much value in material things, nor are there things you can do “for” him. 

Would do literally anything for you. Between his ego and his dedication to being perfect to you, he will not say no to a task if you ask him with a “please”. You just have to ask nicely. He really doesn’t care for demands, but if it’s something said within the heat of the moment, he may actually do it for you without more than a passing teasing comment. You can ask him to do the worst thing you can think of, and he wouldn’t hesitate. He’s morally bankrupt in that way. So long as you’re pleased in the end, he couldn’t care less what is being done. 

Cell cannot be made to properly reconsider a situation or decision without proper prompting. Pleading may do something, but even then, he’s someone who’s set in his ways. He needs to be bargained with. Even tears won’t always win him over. You have to know how to pick your battles with this guy.

Honestly, I don’t know how much having a good partner could improve him. If he cared enough, he may make the choice to change on his own, but you could not force your hand and get him to properly behave. He, on the other hand, could probably make a partner worse through his nonchalance towards most everything. Being around him too long doesn’t seem like a task for the weak-minded. 

When it comes to showing off, Cell has that in the bag. Everything he does seems to be an act of bragging. He always aims to impress. He is perfect after all (smh). He believes that you should see his skills and capabilities at any chance, and doing things for you means he can make sure you’re viewing it front and center. His physical prowess and ability to get things for you/keep you satisfied are things that he believes should impress you most. So he will showcase those sorts of things constantly.

Is a supreme Freak(™).

[karume-everything-else]

Hi how are you doing could I request Dbz cooler,Frieza, and cell with an s/o who sacrifice their life for them after pushing them out the way the last minute when they were about to be killed

Ooooh angst, we love to see it <3

It takes him a second to realize what just happened, how ANYONE could push him

Then it hits him all at once

His unbridled rage is an indomitable force to be reckoned with

Though he doesn't know how to heal with his ki as well as some of his crew, it doesn't stop him trying after whatever/whoever killed you has been dealt with

In his bargaining and anger, he goes after anyone and everyone who was on planet at the time

He blames himself more than anything as your blood stains his armor

He knows he was too cocky and that's why you shoved him out of the way of death, taking his place

Though he refuses to let things end so simply, even if he has to literally build you as an android... he will

His anger turns inward until he gets you back, though not without a(n un)healthy dose of lashing out at his crew

And whatever planet, whoever was around (or unable to make it to the ship in time) was completely obliterated before leaving the area

He doesn't know what to think at first, it's unfathomable for anything to fully kill him so why would he ever need to dodge or be saved in the first place

So why would you think that way and put yourself in needless danger?

His disbelief and anger have nowhere to go, blaming himself, blaming you, blaming his enemy

There is just this numb, emptiness that he can't process as he mindlessly fires off ki blasts all around

The only thing he can do is preserve whatever is left of you, possibly to recreate you as an android akin to 16, 17, and 18

But until then he just keeps your remains safe and tucked away from anyone and everyone as he figures out what to do next

[optimusprime12]

Poly Dragon Ball x GN! Reader "Rage" part 1

Warnings, Death, talking about death.

You remember how you died. You saved someone from there own death, and sealed yours. You died a hero. At least, that's what you want to think.

Your life, it was boring, plain, normal... You had a broken family, your Mom and Dad got a divorce. You had no siblings.

You opened your eyes, what... What was this? Didn't you die?

"Welcome to the world, (Y/n)..."

From then, you relearned everything. If you where still alive, you would be (age) in your old life. But your around 12-14 in this body.

"Papa, do I really have to go?" You asked your Dad. He nods. "Master Roshi will be a good teacher." Your Dad pushed you to the little island house. You shyly walked up to the house, and knocked on the door. "Yes?" A old man opened the door. "Who's there Master Roshi?" Another voice came from behind the old man. "Just a new student I'll be training. They're Dad and I are good friends." Master Roshi says, stepping aside and walking in. "Hello, you must be young (Y/n)." Master Roshi says, smiling at you. "Yes, I am am." You bowed to him. "And they have quite the manners." Master Roshi laughs. You nodded. "Hi, I'm Goku!" The boy with the spikey hair smiled at him. "And I'm Krillin!" The bald one said. You bowed to them both again. "I am grateful for your teachings Master." You said to Roshi.

That night, you laid down in your new bed. This world was strange, it had dinosaurs in it! And Goku... Where have you heard that name before...?

[lady-eris]

Open requests hmm? A villain liker approaches 🤸

Cell and Cooler hcs? Wanna hear ya take on them with affectionate s/o hehe (also are there characters you dont wanna write for? Wouldn't wanna ask you about blorbos you may not like)

Oh? a villain liker? I myself, am also a villain Liker! except, I also write for them! I've not really figured out character's I won't write for, I know General Blue is one of them, but that's about it so far anyway. (pretty sure, this is cause I've got really low standards) if a certain character gets requested and I'm uncomfortable, I'll add it to the list of character's I don't like^^

Cooler

-I feel like this man would be in thought with this (i can't remember the actual word) he'd love it but at the same time he'd hate it.

-I feel like he'd love it cause, in my opinion he wants to be touched and held, but would only prefer this in private.

-it's not cause he's embarrassed, Cooler isn't really the type to be embarrassed by physical affection. (though i feel like he wouldn't be the type to give it back)

-I think he'd be more afraid saftety wise. He's got a lot of enemy's, the biggest being his own Brother. He wouldn't take it past his brother, to try anything and kill you, just to annoy Cooler.

-this is why he'd prefer physical affection to be kept in private.

-he'd remind you constantly that he loves you though.

Cell

-of course you want to touch him, who wouldn't Cell is the definition of perfect, so it would only make sense that you would want to touch him.

-i don't really think he would mind, get's to show everyone that you're his, and vice versa

-would prefer if he got to touch you as well

-Let him hold your waist please, or put a tail or hand on your hip.

-may be times where he doesn't want to be touched and can be iffy about it, be respectle about it please.

[isirnos]

😭 Cell bae

[screampied]

☆ cw. fem! reader, college au, bimbo-y reader, dumbification, praise, nerd nanami's a secret freak, fīngering, mdni.

nerd! nanami who eats you out while wearing his glasses. you told him this ‘method’ was far more efficient . . and, he could teach you more about the anatomy of the clit better.. oh, and the fact at how you said you always were a visual learner. you were always grateful for his tutoring sessions sure, but you couldn’t help but stare at him. not just at his eyes, but his noticeable bulge too that would always outline beneath his slacks. and yet now, here you were—laid flat on his wooden old desk as he’s buried right between your pretty thighs. “hm,” he’d grumble, sliding a swollen fat thumb down your glossy clit. nanami hears your cute breaths grow shallow along with the clanking dangles of your earrings and he huffs. “princess, pay attention,” and his eyes flicker down at your sopping needy entrance. “she’s important.”

“o- okay,” you wheeze out a tiny breath, and your eyes focus primarily on the head that’s buried between your legs. nanami pushes back the clear lenses of his glasses before giving your sloppy cunt a single tender kiss. a sweetened gasp rips away from your parted lips as you stare at him, watching intently as he closes his eyes shut, gradually sliding his tongue from top to bottom. “fuuck, ‘ken.”

nanami whistles softly against your dribbling folds while you’re wetly glazing his peachy, pink lips with your slick. “ah, the clit is such a mystery,” he’d purr, positioning his glasses. you’d then roll your eyes once he starts rambling all sorts of anatomy facts while eating you out at the same time. nanami’s pearly cold lenses repeatedly rub up against your thighs as he swiftly flicks his tongue, using his flat vast thumb to smear shapes down your slit. “sooo many nerves inside this pretty thing. thousands ‘n thousands of nerve fibers,” and you moan, feeling him cup his pursed dripping lips around your clit. nanami feels you claw a hand through his blond scalp, digging through his thin blond tresses before he hums.

“but – let’s start with my personal favorite shall we, princess? the dorsal nerve..”

he found it cute how you were so whiny, struggling to hold still as your back brushes up against the dozens of incorrectly marked papers behind you. they were scattered everywhere on the desk, an entire pile—and nanami thinks you were just starting to answer things wrong purposely. “let’s see,” he softly coos, feverish breath colliding right against your eagerly twitching sex. you’ve got a good tugging grip on his hair, peering at how his flaxen blond strings entangle ‘n intertwine between your fingers. “she’s important why?”

a mewling sobbing moan was your answer as his glasses continued to glide and tickle against your skin. nanami raises a single brow, and as his chiseled chin’s just streaming down with shimmery sheeny slick, he tsks.

“u- uhh,” you whimper, tightening your grip against his silky threads of hair. truth be told, your mind was entirely empty. you weren’t thinking about anything except for that fact that his tongue was ferociously gliding up and down the streaming slope of your pretty pussy. it makes you gnaw on your lip, growing even more dumb all from the salaciously narrow strokes of his tongue. “because it stimulates t.. the clit?”

“no, dummy,” he whispers, and even his playful insults made your pussy throb. nanami felt the exact pulse trigger against the flatness of his tongue and you whimper. you could feel his coy grin twisting against his lips before he starts to slurp harder.

it’s loud . . and your eyes were already starting to roll back the second he eases a slender middle finger inside.

“the dorsal nerve helps innervate this spot,” and a treble squeak of a whine snatches out your throat once he teasingly nibbles against your clit. it feels good, and you could feel your body heat gradually heating up more and more. “wonder what goes on in that pretty head of yours,” and with another moan following out from your lips, he gives your wet entrance a soft direct spank. “nothin’. bet it’s just empty, right silly girl?”

“kentoooo, fuck—” you’d moan, maintaining a good grip on his hair. fuck, it was just the way you perfectly dragged out the two syllables of his name – and, oh was the prettiest melody he’s ever heard.

panting heavily, nanami starts to run the pointed tip of his tongue farther inside of your pussy. it’s like he’s a natural—and to be honest, you didn’t think he’d be the type to have such a skillful tongue. for the hours and hours he spends talking, but you were starting to connect the dots. maybe nerds could be just as filthy. . especially with their mouths. his tongue resumes to delve in and out rapidly, barely giving you any time to catch your irregular unsteady breaths. glancing down, you see him with fogged up glasses and a sleazy growing grin.

he’s smug.

your taste – it makes nanami salivate, and he’s even starting to drool past the corners of his lips. you had a treacly flavor to you, and it continues to please his tastebuds the more he swirls his tongue inside. he’s right between your thighs and it’s a pretty sight… you’re a pretty sight, and you can’t help but start to frantically grind your hips against his slack jaw. “forget the l- lesson. don’t stop.”

nanami gives the inner sweltering flaps of your cunt another loving kiss before warm fawn eyes fixate back toward you. “ohh, but princess,” and he could hear your soft gasps once he starts to massage his palm around your sopping heat. he’s maneuvering tender circles against your wet pussy before giving it a soft smack, hearing you whimper for more. you were soaked. . geysering pools of your slick coat his hand and it makes him hum in amusement. “if i do that, then you won’t learn anything,” and you could feel every sharp axon electrocute alongside each nerve of your body. your thighs were this close to snapping back shut, and he’s gotta pry them apart with two big hands. “wonder if my tongue’s jus’ makin’ you dumber,” and that’s riiight when nanami smears the bridge of nose against your cunt.

“nghh, kento,” your eyes widen, and each time his lips smack from pulling away to breathe—you could feel both of your ears ring. he’s filthy, and nanami was so hard that he even reached beneath the desk, slipping a hand inside of his unbuckled pants. you continued to drag your cunt against his face, covering the lower part of his dripping chin with every drop of your lewd polished essence before mewling. “fuck, fuuuuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“the woman orgasm,” he whispers in husky awe, his tone as smooth as silky silk. nanami lowly grunts, wrapping a hand around his veiny base before giving it a few solid pumps. oh, you turned him on. it was so bad that he couldn’t help but imagine being inside of you. fucking you on his desk, pushing your head into your red-marked papers in hopes that that could feed you some sorts of knowledge – all while showering you with a plethora of compliments of course.

you were pretty, but between your legs you were even prettier. as nanami continues to prattle endlessly, talking your ear off about whatever, his glasses end up falling and you grab them.

sepia hooded eyes narrow at you before he scoffs, taking a second to spit on your weeping cunt. “tell me, sweet thing,” and you’re whimpering, the arch in your back growing as your lips part awkwardly. nanami’s still fisting his cock with a single hand, slowly twirling his tongue inside between your glistening folds before applying faster and faster pressure. it’s repetitive, and you clench down on your jaw the second you feel him pop in his lanky ring finger. “how many nerves does it take to orgasm? quickly.”

as your lashes continuously flutter – you let off a sweet whimper. “around e- eight thousand?”

“smart girl,” he coos, and you felt a stir of butterflies rummage through the lower pits of your stomach at the praise. nanami’s practically french kissing your cunt, using allllll types of tongue. effortlessly, he’s thrusting his tongue in and out, locating every pivotal part inside before he abruptly stops stroking himself. he groans, feeling a vein run down his shaft before he gives your cunt it’s final departing kiss. “c’monnn, let go for me. cum on my tongue, princess.”

as your lips cutely stretch out further, curling ‘n contorting into a shocked oval shape—you tightly grip onto his blonde strands. “fuuuuck,” was all you could reply with, and you could still hear nanami grumbling out nonsense under his breath. even a nerd with his mouth full.

sloppily, his tongue wanders everywhere, reaching near every crevice and swirls its way around your clit before dipping itself right back out. there was not a single thought programmed in your brain—except for the fact that if his tongue was like this, you only wondered what his dick felt like. the thought alone makes you let off a crooning whimper as a lightning wave of pulses throb between your jittery legs. you were so close that the taste of your inevitable orgasm was simply sweet.

it’s as sweet as vanilla frosted icing, and the second you started to uncurl your toes, you felt it.

a cute whimper ripples out of your hoarse vocal chords as you remain to cling onto his glasses. nanami subtlety squints up at you with the most cunt-drunken grin before he lies his tongue all the way flat. “mmph,” and with a sloppy squelching slosh, you hear a finger of his loudly ‘pop’ out of your soddened slit. nanami was moving his head back and forth, the fabric of his tie tickling against your skin whilst you’re coming undone. your harmonious-sounding orgasm lasts for a good nine seconds, echoing through the thin walls of his dorm before he sighs. nanami’s starting to see why you preferred this more than his lectures—

“thaaaat’s it,” he smears his sheeny-slick lips against the opening of your pussy. you’re drooling wet, jaw dropped with your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you realized you came on his tongue.

nanami’s tongue completely wiped out any sorts of review that was supposed to be jotted inside your brain. instead – you’re just dumbfounded with cartoony heart eyes forming in your dilated pupils the more you stare at him. you wanted more, you wanted him. nanami gently caresses down your tender pulsating entrance before giving it a soft pat. it’s a pat that then turns into a sloppy ‘mwah’ with his lips, and it makes your heart race. with droopy eyes, you watch as he runs a hand through his neatly parted hair. unkempt, but still handsome.

“silly girl,” he scoffs to himself with a scolding head shake, and within seconds later he leans in, giving you a chaste kiss. you moan, wrapping your arms around him. nanami grunts, swiping his tongue around the sugary sweet lip gloss that glues against your lips before he slowly spins you around.

“is this part of the lesson too?” you sheepishly hum, still feeling hot ‘n heavy from his lips being on yours just a moment ago. with a tiny gasp, you feel nanami gingerly press up against you, gently grabbing your waist. you ached for more, and you didn’t care about the private session anymore.

“partially,” nanami rasps, and you feel him lean further in, resting his chin against your shoulder. nanami stares at your body and he puts his glasses back on before sighing. with a hand gently pushing you forward – making you arch fully, the blonde grunts. “we forgot the other important part of the lesson though, ‘m afraid.”

with a cutesy shake of your ass against his grey crooked slacks that barely clung onto his hips, you bite the inside of your cheek. you feel something brick hard behind you that doesn’t exactly feel like a book. “a- and what’s that, ‘ken?”

nanami slowly licks the left side of your neck and you moan once he lifts up your leg, bringing his lips up to your ear. “penetration, princess.”

second lesson?

[blackenedsnow]

Hiya! Could I request a Cell x Male Reader who is an entomologist that adores him and visits him often? The reader nearly dies one day, and Cell finds him after noticing his absence. kinda a mix of fluff and angst if you can

wings of concern

WARNING: Injury (near-death experience)

PAIRING: Cell x (Male) Reader

NOTE: Hi there! <3 Thank you so much for this request—it’s so fun, and I had such a good time imagining Cell in this dynamic. I hope you enjoy it! Sending all my love to you, and take care of yourself <333

SUMMARY: When your daily visits to Cell suddenly stop, the bio-android sets out to uncover what happened to you, only to discover that you’re in grave danger.

Cell wasn’t used to being appreciated.

The world feared him, loathed him, painted him as a monster—and perhaps they were right. After all, he was there to dominate, destroy, and surpass all others.

But then there was you.

You, the oddball entomologist who had stumbled into his solitude one quiet afternoon, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he could crush you with a flick of his wrist. Instead of fear, your eyes had lit up with fascination.

“Amazing,” you’d said, as if he were some rare specimen rather than the culmination of humanity’s arrogance and terror.

At first, Cell had assumed you were a fool, blinded by naive curiosity. But as the days passed and you kept returning, your interest genuine and unwavering, he began to tolerate your presence. Then, to his surprise, he found himself… looking forward to it.

You weren’t like the others. You didn’t beg for mercy or seek to challenge him. You simply admired him—his design, his abilities, even his connection to the insect world.

It was strange. But not unpleasant.

That was why your absence didn’t go unnoticed.

Three days. Three whole days without your familiar figure appearing in the distance, waving enthusiastically as you approached. No chatter about beetles or butterflies. No insistent questions about his biology, his wings, his exoskeletal armor.

At first, he assumed you’d grown bored or frightened. Perhaps you’d finally realized the absurdity of visiting someone like him.

But by the fourth day, irritation crept in. And by the fifth, a strange unease took root.

He didn’t like it.

It wasn’t concern, he told himself. Merely curiosity. A desire for answers.

And so, with a burst of energy, he took to the skies, his keen senses scanning for any sign of you.

It didn’t take long for him to find you.

The sight stopped him cold.

You were lying at the base of a rocky cliff, half-buried in debris, your body battered and barely moving. Blood stained the ground around you, and your breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps.

For a moment, Cell simply stared.

This was… unexpected.

Something twisted in his chest, an unfamiliar sensation that made his grip on control falter. It was almost like—no, it couldn’t be concern. He wasn’t capable of such weakness.

And yet, he was at your side in an instant, his movements uncharacteristically rushed.

“What have you done to yourself?” he muttered, his tone colder than he intended.

Your eyes fluttered open, barely focusing on him. A weak, broken laugh escaped your lips. “Hey… Cell…”

The sound made something tighten in his chest again, and he frowned. “This isn’t amusing.”

“Didn’t think… you’d notice…” you murmured, your voice faint. “Got a little… too close to the edge… I guess…”

Cell’s jaw clenched. Foolish. Reckless. Typical of a human.

But as he looked down at you—at the blood, the injuries, the fragile rise and fall of your chest—he felt something else beneath the frustration. Something he couldn’t quite name.

Carefully, almost hesitantly, he scooped you into his arms. Your weight was negligible to him, but the fragility of your form made him move with an unfamiliar gentleness.

“You’re fortunate I found you,” he said, his voice low. “Any longer, and you would’ve been…”

He trailed off, unwilling to finish the thought.

You gave another weak laugh, your head resting against his chest. “Guess I owe you… huh?”

He didn’t respond, his gaze fixed straight ahead as he took off, the wind whipping past you both.

Cell didn’t stop until he found a safe, secluded spot where he could tend to your injuries. His knowledge of human anatomy wasn’t perfect, but he was efficient, his movements precise as he worked to stabilize you.

As he wrapped a makeshift bandage around your arm, you managed a small smile. “Didn’t think you cared.”

“I don’t,” he said sharply, though the way his hands lingered betrayed his words.

“Liar,” you murmured, your smile widening despite the pain.

He didn’t dignify that with a response, but his silence spoke volumes.

Over the next few days, Cell stayed by your side, his presence both a comfort and a reminder of your own fragility. He didn’t ask why you visited him so often or why you saw something worth admiring in him.

But as he watched over you, ensuring your recovery, he realized something important.

You were a curiosity to him. An anomaly. A human who saw him not as a monster, but as something extraordinary.

And perhaps, that made you worth protecting.

[klaudia96art]

commission for my friend @merus_wife_friezasgf Instagram 😉♥️. The meeting of laura and cell - Special Day

[kamodofilez]

“Goodnight, your grace…”

Have I been thinking about a fantasy AU where Daytona is a knight serving her (most likely) evil king, Perfect Cell..? Yes.

[suiana]

wait yall i think im cooking with this one...

imagine yandere! cell mate and yandere! police officer threesome??? even better if the two of them are friends with each other???

so you do lots of petty crime right, and dear ol' police officer comes back again for the nth time to throw you into your cell until you get bailed out by your family or something. you're ecstatic to see that your cell mate is yet again the same old guy who has grown a weird obsession with you over your numerous jail visits.

you still remember the first time you met him. he was sitting on the floor, dozing off until you ruined his peace and tranquility with your yelp.

"...new bunkie huh? what you in for?"

"vandalism. i wrote cock and balls on the train floor."

"cool, I'm in here for murder."

from there, a beautiful friendship (more like one-sided love) was formed. you'd come and stay in there with him for a day or two before disappearing for a week. then you'd, repeating the cycle.

"you're back again. what did you do this time?"

"public nuisance. i shouted all men should be breedable on the streets and the straights didn't like that."

your cell mate is absolutely enamoured by you at this point and he can't help but stare at you like you've hung the stars in the sky. sure, it took a bit of time getting used to you but before he knew it, you had become the center of his life and he wanted nothing more than to have you be his bunkie for life.

can't forget about our dearest police officer too. he was actually the first one to fall for you. the second he laid eyes on you, it was like his whole life was changed. all of a sudden, everything looked like a romance movie with you and him as the main actors.

of course, the two of them realize that the other is in love with you and vice versa. yan police officer could bend the rules and have you all to himself, but he's by no means a traitor. if his best friend loves you, he should share too, right? so the two of them come to a compromise and agree to share you.

the only problem is getting you to stay there permanently. after all, you've never really done anything... major before. all just slight annoyances at most.

your cell mate can only hope and wish that you'd murder someone to land yourself a life imprisonment. your police officer totally agrees with him and even proposes a solution to their dilemma.

what if they frame you for a serious crime?

after all, nothing is too much if it means having you with them forever.

[karume-everything-else]

Hi how are you doing could I request the dbz piccolo, cell, frieza with a gem reader from Steven universe who turns out to be a diamond ?

Oooh fun!

He doesn't press for details at all so you don't have to reveal anything until you want to

And even then he's good at hiding his shock, just not his excitement...

Mostly because it means neither of you have to worry about eating

Something he was a little upset about since you'd always decline his cooking (not that it was good but he thought he was improving for nothing)

Though the new height difference is a little off-putting at first, he needs a minute to get used to this

Though he does have a way to become equal size if he wants/needs to

Given that he has a large parcel of land (thanks to Mr. Satan and Gohan), so neither of you have to worry about size shifting from small gem to diamond, or reforming after being poofed

He has limited knowledge of most things and doesn't really care that you're a diamond

Mostly because he's certain he can fight off others of your kind (debatable)

Though several other things make more sense now...

Like the soft glow you gave off, the fact you could stay as still as him for days on end, and the fact that you didn't need food...

In hindsight he should have known you weren't an earthling, or an organic being from the start

Though he does do quite a bit to help you take care of yourself and becomes very protective over you should you ever actually poof

He knew you were a diamond from the minute he set eyes on you, he just pretended to not know since you were clearly hiding the fact for some reason of other

When you do tell him, he doesn't flinch or react much outside of explaining how he knew the whole time

He is constantly trying to help with your shining and buffing routines, wanting you to be as shiny/beautiful/cared for as possible

He has a massive upper deck built on the ship exclusively for you (and him of course) so you can be your true, diamond form

Though he does understand the mindset of hiding your true power/form as he did so for years (possibly centuries) until challenged by the Saiyans

Yet he doubts you'd have any such reason to stay in your diamond form constantly

[theghooligan]

chifuyu to takemitchy every time he comes back to the past: