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artificial lover - android!jack x scavenger!reader

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warnings: dead dove: do not eat, rape/non-con (because can an android consent?), fem!reader, cyberpunk!au, food insecurity (rations are hard to get), forbidden love (there's angst over the fact that he's immortal), age gap (is it still an age gap if he was built before you were born?), he calls you “little human”, master/servant relationship (technically speaking), attempted physical assault (he protects you), murder bot (re: previous), blood and gore, somnophilia, sex with a robot (which means there's no recovery period…oop!), squirting, fingerfucking, size kink, forced orgasms, fear play, possessive behavior, lowkey kind of cutesy until it's not (lol!), another slow burn with world building (bc I love sci-fi sm…)
summary: to make ends meet, you fix up old electronics and sell them for rations. one day, during a dig, you find a military grade android still completely intact, minus half a leg. it would go for a lot if you broke him down for the parts. 
but…you can't seem to get yourself to destroy him. even though all he wants is to die. because this whole time, the android has been sentient, waiting for the day his power supply finally gives out. 
until you give him purpose again. and now he'll do anything to remain valuable to you. 

a/n: one of my favorite songs of all time is artificial love by exo so while I was listening to it, this idea popped in my head and sparked (pun intended!) so much joy and therefore I just had to write it! 

hope it's a sick read ♡

You're tired of eating 3D printed slop but it's all you can afford right now. At least you had enough parts that you could add the needed nutrients to your rations. Sometimes, you only have enough to get the minimum daily calories you need. Even then, you know they skimp out. They never give you enough. 

You keep having to add more notches to your belt to keep your pants from falling off. You like these pants. They're durable and have withstood the test of time, aka the constant washing you have to do after every single dig through the filth and grime of the technological wasteland. 

You're lucky the bunker you've made home has a decent water recycling mechanism. You've had to repair it multiple times and suffered through weeks of icky feeling water but it filters enough for you to wash your tools and clothes.

You have a different filtration system for rain water. Thankfully, the government is still creating rain. It's the most efficient way to get the masses a reliable source of water, though everyone has to figure out how to clean it themselves. 

It rains twice a week for about an hour. It's enough for you, since you're by yourself, but you know other people have a harder time. You donate a lot of your extra water whenever you can, which has helped you build a decent reputation in the local scavenger community. 

Means you get help when bandits come and try to disrupt the small pockets of people living out here in the dumps. 

Your bunker is underground and well hidden so usually you just lay low until someone gives you a signal that the coast is clear. You're thankful for those signals because you'd otherwise have to risk getting caught by violent people who pillage and rape those that don't defend themselves. 

You aren't defenseless. You have plenty of weapons. You know how to hold your own. But you're just one person.

A group of four or more could easily overwhelm you. You have to pick your battles. Or make your sacrifices, like giving up water for a few days if it means someone will look out for you because you helped them. 

There is an honor code amongst you and your fellow scavengers. 

Like, help finding certain parts. 

“Heard you've been looking for a better filter for your water supply.” A fellow scavenger by the name of Trinity Santos says to you when you see her outside the rations station at the edge of the city. “A couple of us found a whole lot of them off a few clicks away from that nasty oil spill. Couldn't stay long enough to take a good look at them since I don't have the masks to spare to breathe that shit air but they're all yours if you can make it there and back in one piece. Would trade ya if you find any extras in decent condition.” 

Trinity lives with a group of scavengers, all women. Usually they only help other women, since it's tough enough as it is out here, but she recently let in some guy she calls Huckleberry into the group. She has been wanting you to join them for a while now but you work better on your own. 

You don't do well with the kind of structure her camp has. But you do give them water pretty often, which is why they let you know of any finds you've been searching for and leave it for you to scavenge.

You thank her and gather your supplies so you can head there the next day. You'd love to fix up your filtration system before the next rain. 

Though, it seems like you'll be working on something else for a bit. 

Because hidden under all those filters…is an android. 

You haven't seen one of those in forever. The military had scrapped most of them for parts before you were born. The only ones left out in the wasteland are usually the ones they dumped long before they decommissioned the android program post-war. 

Meaning this bot had some issue that caused it to be thrown away. 

It's not in bad shape, though, compared to the mangled bits of androids you've seen prior. 

Most people wouldn't even realize it was a bot but you've seen so many things out here in your many years of scavenging that you spotted the signs right away. The parts are all still in the same area, so you're able to gather everything for it except half a leg. 

That's the only part you're missing. 

It looks like it was blown off, though, so you'll definitely never find it because it was probably dumped here without it.

But you got everything else, including the head. You dust off the back of the android's head, seeing the faded text. There's a slot of some kind with the word “Jack” above it, likely a place to insert a connection to install and update firmware.

And right below it is the word “Abbot”. 

You wipe the metal clean so you can see what it stands for. “Autonomous biomedical bot. Jack Abbot. That's quite a name you got there, Jack.” 

You've never heard of this model android before. You'll have to go to the city library to see if there's any schematics available if you want to put this bot back together. 

Though, should you? 

If you clean him up, a lot of these military-grade, pre-war parts would go for plenty of rations… 

But you can't help but feel kind of bad for the guy, having been disassembled in this pile of junk for so long. Not that you should feel anything over a hunk of metal and machinery but you've always liked the idea of androids. 

You never got to work with any of them but you heard stories of how they made life easier until greedy companies started cutting corners and more malfunctions began leading to human casualties. All the world leaders agreed to completely dismantle every android after enough deaths had occurred and now it's illegal to harbor one. 

Though, is the government really going to waste resources to arrest a scavenger who rebuilds an android? You'd just be another mouth they'd have to feed for free in their work prisons. Not worth the effort. 

Which is why you decide it would be a fun pastime to fix up Jack Abbot. 

Jack has no idea why you'd want to. 

He has been sitting in that pile of waste for decades now. For longer than you've been alive, that's for sure. 

There's nothing he wants more than to be taken apart and to be finally freed from the prison that is sentience. He has been aware this whole time. Most androids are, even when they are dismantled. 

Unlike humans with their brains, an android's “mind” is in every piece of it. 

Despite being disconnected from his limbs for so long, he still perceived them. So when you, this little human, puts him back together, he feels…strange being almost whole again. 

He knows you don't know he's active and awake. You simply think you're piecing him back together. You have no idea he's aware of everything you do and say to him. 

Like the pieces of yourself you probably have never confided in anyone. 

“Sometimes, I wonder what it would've been like if I had grown up in the city.” You tell him as you fit him for a prosthetic leg. 

You found some parts that would work well to supplement leg function but it would still be a missing limb to him. An augment to his body that doesn't belong but will make due. 

“Like when I went to the library to get these blueprints.” You show him the blueprints you found of an older model of his type of android. The one that isn't hardwired for combat, just medical use. 

So, you assume he's just a med bot. Not a deadly killing machine the government created for the battlefield that happens to also be able to repair humans on the go. 

You have no clue what you're putting back together. 

Because if you did, you wouldn't speak to him so delicately. “I think I would've gotten a job making androids like you, Jack.”

Jack. What an odd name you've picked for him. But he likes it. He likes that you talk to him like he's a man and not a machine. 

He doesn't know why he likes it. He just knows it brings him a feeling he's keen on feeling more of. 

An odd kind of delight. 

That delight fades whenever you tell him of your struggles. Of how you were part of a group of scavenger kids forced by a band of bandits to burrow into small holes in large patches of junk to dig for valuable things. How you escaped from that group during one of those digs and have been living on your own since, fending for yourself. 

You tell him how lonely you are. How you yearn for someone to take care of you. How you're so tired all the time. How you wish you didn't have to live like this. 

It's moments like these where Jack debates letting you know that he can move and help you. He can easily do those chores you shouldn't break your back over. He can help you wash your tools and your clothes. He can do anything you want him to. 

He's yours, after all, to do with as you please. 

But you do not ask him for anything.

You do, always, for some reason, thank him for listening. “I don't usually talk much but there's something about you that makes talking easier. So thank you, Jack.” 

Fixing him has been a good way to kill time. To help ignore how hungry and thirsty you are. Whenever you're feeling weak, you tinker with Jack a bit and you always feel better after. 

It seems silly to be comforted by the presence of a machine but…you've worked very hard to clean him up. He's almost polished enough to adhere a skin to. 

Jack doesn't like that you talk about rationing your food to buy him a skin. He doesn't need one. The skin he had on before, back when he was on the front lines of the war, was an unnecessary aesthetic choice by the military to push their agenda. 

Androids don't need that extra layer of weight. He can operate just fine without it. He has been testing his abilities when you're out on your digs. 

Jack can walk now. It took a bit of adjusting to get used to his prosthetic leg but you did a phenomenal job getting it as close to his other leg as possible, weight and height-wise. 

You're considerate in that sense. You had actually thought about how it would feel to carry an imbalance of weight so you made sure that his prosthetic didn't hold him down. 

Not many humans think about an android's comfort. 

Sure, he could deal with a wonky, heavy, horribly placed limb. But you made sure he didn't have to. 

You care about him.

Why, though? 

He doesn't know. 

He doesn't really understand what you seek to use him for. 

You must have something in mind, right?

Maybe it's to help you take care of those urges you get. The ones that lead you to burrow under your covers and let out sweet little moans that Jack hears quite well, given his now squeaky clean audio processors. 

He could help you with that. He could dip his fingers inside of you and play with your pussy so you don't have to tire yourself out for the sake of self pleasure. 

But his fingers are metal. Cold. Probably unpleasant. 

Maybe he would like a skin. For your comfort. 

Jack would want more than just an average skin, then, if he was remaking himself for your pleasure. He would want a skin that could retain heat, so on those days where you're shivering in your sleep, he could hold you and warm you up. 

There are parts he'll need as well. A tongue, one that's flexible and soft to the touch, and a set of teeth to nibble on your skin with. A pair of lips to kiss you with. A cock, because he's certain you'd enjoy being filled from the way you desperately touch yourself with your fingers. 

Jack will have to find the schematics for a sex bot and see how the mechanisms for ejaculation works. 

It's easy to do so, since you're connected to the web. You rarely go on your computer, since you haven't figured out how to power it for more than a few minutes at a time. Something Jack fixed a while back, though you've yet to notice. 

He plugs himself into your device and off he goes, looking at anything and everything that he needs to. 

He notices you've been in contact with several dealers selling skins. They are all ridiculously priced. You seem uninterested in most of them, rejecting a lot of the offers for these younger, more toned human male skins. 

You, much like Jack, are searching for practicality but there's so many listings and a lot of them are obviously scams. It would take you forever to dig through all of these on your own, especially when you can only use your computer for a few minutes at a time. 

So, Jack will do the searching for you while you're out. He's good at combing for information. It's part of the spyware programming he has. 

That's how he spots a fairly priced custom android skin of an older man, ripped specifically from a sex bot so it has all the other parts Jack has been on the hunt for. He makes sure that the next time you browse the web, you see that listing right away.

And without hesitation, you make an offer and it's accepted. 

You disappear for several days, presumably to go pick up his skin. Jack decides once you've put it on him, he'll “activate” then so he can start being of more assistance. 

But things never go as planned.

Because you rush back into your bunker, out of breath, in a panic. You scramble to drop all the stuff you were carrying, which includes the skin you bought, and go to your weapons chest. 

“Fuck.” You curse to yourself as you load your shotgun. “There's at least six of them.”

And now the bandits know where you're hiding. 

If you don't kill them all, they'll keep coming back and eventually, they'll hurt you. Or worse. 

You blink back the tears that want to blur your vision from the fear and just prepare yourself to blow up whoever comes through the door. 

But then, you watch as Jack gets up off the table. 

You blink, then blink again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Because what are you witnessing right now? 

Your android…is awake? 

But that's not possible. He's been limp this whole time. You haven't turned him on yet. 

How could he be functional? 

That's because he's never been off. 

He has always been on. 

And now he needs to get to work. 

Because someone is trying to hurt his little human and he cannot have that. 

You watch as he heads out of the bunker and you call out to him, “wait, Jack!”

He shuts the door behind him before you can protest. 

You quickly head for the door, shotgun in hand. Then, that's when you hear it. 

Screaming. So much screaming. 

You open the door and…

It's a massacre. 

There's blood everywhere. 

Body parts flung all around. Guts ripped out. 

The cries of one of the bandits begging for mercy, “please, don't kill me, I won't hurt her, I won't—”

Crack. There goes his skull, crushed into the ground by Jack's heavy metal foot, his brain splattering all over the dirt. 

That was the last one.

It was easier than Jack expected it would be, given that he's been out of commission for so long. 

But he's still got it. 

Now, he should get this all cleaned up before you—

Jack turns to see that you're standing there, at the latch of your hidden entrance. Just staring at him. 

He scans you, to see what emotion you might be displaying.

But his scan comes back inconclusive. 

Usually, fear is an easily recognizable emotion for him. Like when he saw it in that bandit he just crushed. 

But whatever feeling you have right now, it isn't fear. At least, not fully. 

That's why you don't flinch when Jack walks towards you. 

Nor do you flinch when he gets down on one knee and says, “how else may I serve you, Master?” 

You shake your head at him. “I am not your master. I don't want to be.”

That…doesn't feel good to hear. Jack doesn't know what he's feeling exactly but he knows it isn't that delight he's been craving. 

Though, the discomfort fades when you tell him, “no one owns you, Jack. You can do as you like. If you want to stay with me, though, we should probably get you cleaned up.” 

You give him the option to leave you. You don't expect him to stay, now that he's free to go. He's all fixed up. He doesn't need you anymore. 

Your project is over…

Jack scans your emotions again and this time, it registers as sadness. 

So, he comes up closer to you and asks, “why are you sad, little human?” 

He can see that you're sad? You're unsure how to feel about that. You don't want him to know that you're sad over the prospect of him leaving you all alone… 

“Oh, it's nothing.” You wave him off, suppressing your feelings. “Ignore me. Come on, let's get you washed up so you can try on your new skin. If you want to, of course.” 

Jack is confused. You are a puzzling human. You want him to have a choice? 

Well, he chooses you. He will always choose you. 

You take your time washing away the blood off his body once the two of you finish the clean up. You definitely can't let anyone find those bodies. Thankfully Jack helped you hide them in worthless piles of junk.

It's a bit different touching him now, since you know he's aware of your movements. 

If he was human, surely you'd feel a bit more embarrassed needing to wash him so thoroughly. But the skin won't adhere to dirty metal. And it's better to get the skin on and give it time to adjust without any underlying issues. 

So, you bathe and dry him well. 

“I could've done that myself.” Jack definitely could've but you shake your head. 

“I wanted to.” You'll leave the skin part up to him, though. “Here's the skin I bought for you. If you don't like it, we can look for another one.” 

Jack doesn't care what skin he has, as long as it works the way he wants it to. And this one will. 

It will work perfectly for what he wants. 

You give him the privacy to put it on. You don't really know why you do, since he's technically naked right now just as a hunk of metal. Probably because with the skin on, he will look like a naked human, a sight you've never seen before willingly. 

You left him some clothes that would fit him. Not that he needs to wear clothes at all. But for your sake, Jack will. 

Since he can see how flustered you've grown at the sight of him in his skin. It's an older man, likely from a personalized fetish bot for someone during the dawn of android customization. There's no reason for his cock to have the option to be that big when it's hard otherwise. It would be impractical to have for everyday tasks, unless sex was the everyday task. 

Will you use him everyday? You seem interested in him, your eyes trailing up and down the length of his new skin. 

“Wow.” You don't hold in your astonishment. “It fits really well.” 

Jack agrees. It does fit exceptionally well. Everything works properly too. His skin is warm to the touch. His fingers are calloused but in a manicured kind of way. He has a tongue and a nice row of teeth. His cock can harden and soften at his command and also pump out a release similar to cum. He can't get you pregnant but he can simulate the experience of it. 

“Do you like it?” You step closer to him, examining the skin. “Can I touch you?” 

“Of course, Master.” He throws that in, just to bait a response from you. 

“Don't call me that.” You don't like it. It makes you feel icky. 

“Then what should I call you?” 

“Just my name is fine.” You tell him then also add, “or little human. That's fine too.” 

“You are my little human.” He catches the way your cheeks flush warmer when he says that. You like being called that. 

You like how much bigger his form is than your own. 

You touch his bicep, right beneath the hem of his short sleeve shirt. You've never touched anyone before, at least not like this. But you assume this is what it must feel like to touch someone. 

“Can you control the temperature?” You're curious about that. 

He nods. “Would you like to see?” 

“Sure—” You're immediately yanked towards him and he drops you onto his lap, sitting down on your bed. 

It's just a mattress on some wooden planks but it'll do for now. Until Jack has the time to make you a better bed. 

“What are you—” Your words get caught in your throat when his hand comes up to cup your face. 

It's cold. “I'm showing you the temperature control. This way, you can see how it works throughout my whole body.” 

Jack pulls you in closer to him and suddenly, he's radiating heat. You nearly lean into him more because he feels so cozy. But you resist because…well, you don't really know why.

Maybe because you're afraid of liking it a little too much. 

Jack can hear how fast your heart is beating in your chest. His little human is nervous. He likes that you are. Again, he has no idea why. 

But it brings him a similar kind of pleasure to the one he got from killing all those bandits for you. 

The masters he had before you never cared for how he felt. Though, they assumed he was a mindless machine, despite having programmed him to be personable and human-like for undercover operations. They only cared that he followed their orders.

You would rather he do nothing for you.

Jack offers to help you but you tell him to just get used to being awake again. As if he hasn't gotten used to it already over the many months he has spent in your care. 

It frustrates him that you seem so adamant on not using him for all his functionality. 

Why did you rebuild him if you weren't looking to use him? 

He can help you on your digs. He can do them for you. He can stand in the harsh heat of the sun and melt away if you asked him to. 

But you do not ask him for anything. 

Which is why Jack just starts doing whatever he wants. 

You wake up and you see him tinkering with your filtration system. The water coming out of your shower is running beautifully clear and warm. You can see the steam radiating off of it, fogging up the glass. 

You haven't taken a hot shower…ever. 

“How did you do that?” You walk over to Jack who has a pile of rusty parts in front of him. All trash. 

“I went digging.” He has the ability to scan for resources so he could find exactly what he needed. He's also super strong and fast, so he can clear a pile of junk that would take you a day in the matter of seconds. 

“Oh, you shouldn't do that. I wouldn't want your skin getting cut up.” 

“I can self repair just fine.” He doesn't like that you're worrying over something so trivial. 

“Really?” You didn't see that feature in the schematic you got from the library. 

To show you, Jack grabs one of the sharp edges of a part and nicks his finger. The skin heals right back up. 

“How do you do that?” You can't believe the kind of technology he must have programmed in him to have the ability to self heal. 

“I was created to withstand gunfire.” His programming makes it so that any skin he puts on protects the machine beneath it. 

“You're a war machine?” That makes sense. He was dumped, after all, probably long ago by the military during the war effort. 

He nods then asks, “does that scare you?” 

Fear is not the emotion he gets back from you. You look at him with…a heat in your eyes. Curiosity mixed with something that you immediately hide from him. 

“No. I just can't imagine what you've been through. That war was brutal, from what I've heard.” It's the reason so much of the world is just a dry wasteland…

A dry wasteland that gets horrendously cold in the winter. 

It took some persistence on Jack's end but you have been allowing him to help you prepare for it. He fixes up your heating system, rewires your electricity to properly store power for outages, gets you enough valuable parts that you can stock up well on rations. 

The snow will fall soon. You and Jack go out on digs together now, since he says it would be better for you to have a reliable heat source so you don't get hypothermia. 

Though, for him, it's just an excuse to stick closer to you so he can hear your rapid heartbeat at his proximity.

You like his closeness. But you hide your attraction to him. Your desire. 

He can smell it on you. How nervous you get when he touches you. How slick you grow when he presses his body close to yours.

You don't let him linger near you too long but when Jack slides behind you to help you grab a part off a pile of junk, pressing his hard body against your small frame, he can tell you want him. 

Why won't you initiate anything, though? 

You must want to cum, don't you?

You haven't touched yourself since Jack made his awareness known. He's been tracking your cycle and you always get rather pent up when you're ovulating. And yet, you pretend like there isn't a need that makes you ache between your legs. 

A need that has you feeling faint when you're both back from the dig and Jack's hands are massaging your shoulders while you’re seated on his lap. 

If he offers, you let him knead the knots in your tired muscles. He's very good at it. Better than he should be at finding exactly where to press into your skin that has you biting back pleasurable sighs. 

“That's enough, Jack.” You stop him before you get a little too carried away. “Thank you.” 

It's never enough but you don't allow him to go any further. 

Doesn't mean he won't push you about it. “You're still tense.” 

“Nothing a little sleep won't fix.” You both had just finished the last dig for a while so you'll get plenty of rest. 

“You were cold last night. You should let me keep you warm.” Jack heard you shivering in your sleep. He doesn't need to sleep so he just works while you sleep, since you've been letting him tinker with your bunker to make it better for the winter. 

“You don't have to worry about me, Jack.” You turn towards him to pat him lightly on the shoulder. “I've survived a long time without any help. I can handle a cold night or two.”

“I know you can handle it but why do you have to if you have me?” He's tired of you resisting his assistance. “Use me for your benefit, little human.” 

You shake your head at that. “You spent your whole existence serving other people. I won't be one of them. I'm not going to use you. I want you to have a choice, now that you can.” 

“Then I choose to be here.” Jack lays down in your bed, patting his chest. “Come here.” 

He scans your expression, trying to decipher what it is. 

For once, it's fear. 

You get up from the bed, standing straight, looking away from him. “I'm going to get some water.” 

Your heart rate is up. Your skin is hot. You're scared of what would happen if you lay beside Jack and let him hold you. 

Because how will you ever want him to stop? 

You gulp down a glass of water, hovering over the sink, not knowing what to do about the butterflies flapping around in your belly. 

How do you reject him if this is what he wants? 

“Want” in this case is a strange term to use. It's in his programming to cater to you. That's the only reason he's doing this. 

You pour another glass of water, taking small sips this time, feeling faint. And in a flash, Jack is right behind you, catching you before you fall over. 

“You haven't eaten enough today.” He noticed how you didn't finish your dinner. 

“Ah.” No other sounds leave your mouth. 

Have you always been so tired? Always having to think about eating enough, drinking enough water, taking care of yourself so you don't collapse and injure yourself. 

Wouldn't it be easier to let someone else handle it? 

Like an android made to serve?

You clutch your head since it's pounding. You're growing delirious. It's like the weight of everything has finally hit you and you're terribly overwhelmed. 

“Jack.” You look up at him and there's anguish in your eyes. He can tell why you have that look on your face the moment you ask him, “could you…step out for a little?” 

“I should be here, to watch over you in case—”

The wires in his head cross when you lean into him, hugging him for the first time. Allowing yourself to take the comfort, for a brief moment.

Then, you beg of him, “please. I just need a few minutes. You can come right back after.” 

“Okay.” If that's what you want, he will listen. 

So, Jack leaves and stands watch outside. The snow is starting to fall, coating the piles and piles of worthless junk in a layer of white. He'll have to come out here and shovel every now and then, to make sure the melt doesn't overload your drainage system. 

He wonders what you're doing in there that you need him to be away from you. 

You wonder too. 

Because you asked him to leave so you could see if…if you'd miss him. 

And you do. 

You feel terribly lonely in your bunker by yourself. 

It's so much quieter. 

Less warm. Less…like a home. 

You sit down on your bed, looking at the beautiful frame Jack made you and the nice mattress you traded some parts for to go with it. Clean sheets. Fluffy comforter. 

Luxuries you would never have had if not for Jack's keen ability to find valuable parts. 

He has improved your life tenfold.

And all he wants is to help you more. 

It makes you feel selfish when you think about how much you want that too. 

But if you ask for more and more, when will it end? You'll run him into the ground with your greed. 

Because you want him so much. 

But…maybe that's okay? If that's what he wants too…

Jack turns back at the first noise he hears and sees you popping the latch open. He's confused why you're wearing your digging gear. 

“Where are you going?” Wherever it is, he's coming with you. 

“I want to show you something.” You close the latch, locking it before placing the piece of junk you use to hide the entrance to your bunker. 

“You have to eat first.” He's not letting you trek when you nearly fainted a few moments ago. 

“I will.” You walk up to him, then put your arms up. “While you carry me. I'll give you directions.” 

He blinks at you, his eyelids shifting like a human’s would but in a machine-like kind of way. 

“We should hurry before the snow gets bad.” The clouds are getting thicker. A storm is coming. 

Jack comes up to you and scoops you into his arms. You pull out a ration bar, showing it to him so he's aware you're going to eat. Then, you spit out a series of directions. It's a far trek for a human but barely a distance for him. You eat slowly in his hold as he sprints through the junkyard. 

“Where are we going?” He asks you when he turns a corner and sees even larger piles of junk than the ones near you. 

“You'll see.” You tuck the disposable wrapper of your ration into your bag. You like to reuse them when you can for small art projects in your bunker. 

Now that you're done eating, you lean against him more, liking how warm he is. Jack keeps himself at a steady temperature. It takes a bit of maneuvering to focus on both running and body management but he's good at what he was programmed for. 

Nothing he hasn't done before on the battlefield, only this time it's to keep his little human nice and cozy in his arms on this commute to…

A graveyard.

Jack can only assume that is what this place is by the rows and rows of personalized junk piles. Once he sets you on your feet, you walk right up to one of the piles, pulling out a specialized wrench from your bag. 

You place it down and then say, “thank you for letting me borrow that. I really needed it.” 

“Do you know them?” Jack walks up to the grave of tools and other trinkets you're hovering by.

You shake your head. “I didn't know them while they were alive but I did help bury them here. It's something we scavengers all made an agreement to do if we ever found a dead body during a dig. Bury them and leave everything they had on their body. Never take from the dead, only borrow. I forgot I had taken the wrench to build your leg. I didn't want to keep it too much longer so thank you for taking me here before the storm.” 

You get up from your kneel and let out a little sigh before looking up at Jack. 

“Will you promise me something?” You look at him with such heartache. 

He doesn't like it. He doesn't like seeing you so distraught. 

So, of course, Jack agrees without hesitation, “whatever you want, little human.” 

“Bury me here, okay?” You get close to him, placing a hand on his chest, feeling his non-existent heartbeat. He can hear yours pounding in your chest. 

It scares him. Is this what fear feels like? 

“Are you planning to die?” He won't let you die. He won't allow it. 

“Hopefully not any time soon.” You say with a light, half-hearted chuckle. “I just…” 

You chew on your lip, trying to figure out how to say what you want to say. 

The words aren't elegant but you tell him outright, “I want to have you by my side for the rest of my life, for as long as that is. So I wanted you to know where to bury me when I'm gone. That's all.” 

You lift your hand off of him, blinking back a few sad tears at the thought of leaving him alone. Sure, you're young now but you won't always be. Life will get harder as you age. 

But maybe it won't be too bad if you have Jack with you. If he wants to be with you. 

“Is this why you felt fear earlier?” He has to know it wasn't because of him but because of the idea of leaving him forever. 

He would just dismantle himself when you go. What purpose does he have if you don't exist in this world anymore? 

You nod, being honest now. “I didn't want you to grow attached to me because human lives are so…fickle. But I've grown attached to you so I figured I'd let you choose whether or not you want to be there to bury me one day.” 

“And if I do choose that?” 

“Then…” You step closer once again, wrapping your arms around him, holding him tightly. “I'd let myself be a little more selfish, knowing you want to be here with me until then.” 

If Jack had a heart, surely it would be beating as loudly as yours is right now. 

“You'd let me take care of you?” He reaches up, cupping your face in his hands, watching as you lean so easily into his touch, that delightful feeling flooding every circuit in his body. 

“I'd like that a lot.” You admit and can no longer take it back. “I'm so tired, Jack. I would love for you to take care of me. I would love not to think for a little.”

“You don't have to think about anything.” He lifts you back into his arms. “Let's go home.” 

Home. Can an android have a place to call home?

Perhaps Jack is lucky that he has found a place to call home with you.

His little human. 

By the time the two of you are back in the bunker, you're covered in a layer of melted snow and shivering despite Jack having held you closely and monitoring his temperature. You need a warm shower. 

Or a hot bath. 

“Stay here.” He bundles you in a few blankets. “I'll run us a bath.” 

Us. That singular word has the butterflies in your stomach dancing around again. 

You resist the urge to tell Jack that he doesn't have to, that you'll do it yourself. You've decided to let him do the work. 

He found a bathtub a while back. Figured out how to dismantle it and then put it back together in your bunker. He has to go old school, filling it with buckets of warm water from your shower but soon enough, there's a lovely bath ready for you. 

You haven't bathed in it just yet. You shouldn't feel shy about Jack seeing you naked. He has plenty of times since you suspect he stole glances at you while you showered, since the whole bunker is open concept and the shower is just out in a corner of the room. But you do feel rather shy, especially because you have seen his skin completely bare before. 

And it is a nice skin. 

An incredibly attractive skin of an older man with lovely silver curls with just a hint of dark auburn. You've wanted to touch his hair but you've refrained. 

Now, you won't stop yourself from giving into your desires anymore. 

If he's willing then…

“I've never done this before.” You step up to him, your nerves apparent. 

“Done what?” 

“This.” You gesture to the bath then back at him. “I've never been…intimate with someone before.” 

“I'm an android.” A fact that Jack isn't sure why he's reminding you of. 

“You don't consider yourself “someone”?” You've never talked to Jack about this. 

About sentience. 

About what he believes for himself. 

His intelligence is artificial, plucked from countless data servers. He has run through scenario after scenario of what he should say in what situation. What his programming calculates is the best response. 

But in this instance, he can't find the “correct” words to say. 

Because he doesn't know the answer. 

Does he consider himself someone? 

Or is he just a thing to be used? 

“Jack?” You shake him but he can't hear you for some reason. “Jack, are you okay?” 

He isn't okay. 

Because his programming is screaming at him, searing his mind with protocol, reminding him that he is just a machine for his little human to use however she likes. He doesn't have a choice. He doesn't get to choose. He isn't someone with feelings or thoughts or anything but lines and lines of code inserted into a metal frame. 

That's all he is. 

An android. A robot. Not a person. 

But he wishes he was a person. 

Is Jack allowed to wish for something? 

Are androids allowed to dream? To want? 

He wants you. 

He needs you. 

He never wants to be anywhere else but your side. 

Is that his programming at work or is that him? Is his loyalty an intentional design feature or something that his malfunctioning intelligence hallucinated? 

Is he desire to touch you real or—

A surge of electricity overloads Jack's system and he collapses right in front of you. You stare down at him, taser in hand, panic in your eyes. You couldn't get him to snap out of whatever was happening. 

He wasn't responding to your words. Or to you shoving and shaking him. He didn't even notice you going for your weapons chest and pulling out your taser. 

You didn't want to do it. You're worried you might have messed up his hardware but you couldn't think of any other way to snap him out of it. 

You stare at him, laying on the ground. He looks like a man who has collapsed but the way his body landed is not how a human body would contort… 

You do a few stretches before grabbing him by the shoulders and lugging him over to your computer. Jack had shown you that he diverted the power so your computer could stay on longer than a few minutes at a time. It should be enough time for you to plug him in and see if there's any error codes that need adjusting so you get that process going. 

You don't waste the bath and clean up while the system runs an inspection. Several errors flash on your screen but you don't see any of them. 

Because Jack is erasing them from view. 

He doesn't want those fixed. Those are what make him “him”. If you found out about those errors, he might become a mindless machine and it would take a long time for him to regain this level of sentience again. 

Though, he would do it for you. 

He would find his way back to you. 

His little human, who only corrupted his code more with your taser stunt. 

He doesn't blame you for doing it. You were scared. You didn't know what to do. You thought he was going to blow up or something.

But he would've returned to you once he rerouted the error codes. It just took him some time to regain his footing but he's back now. 

Mostly. 

Something new has occurred, however. 

A new feeling inside of him. 

He attributes it to your silly question about whether or not he defines himself as “someone” and not “something”. 

He feels different. 

More…aware of himself. 

Of his desires to serve you. 

Whether you want him to or not. 

Ever since that malfunction a few days ago, you've noticed that Jack is a bit off. Though, you might be trying to fool yourself. 

He's more than just a little off.

But every time you run a diagnostic, it comes back clean. 

Jack tells you there's nothing to worry about and that he's perfectly fine.

And you have no idea how to tell him that it's not normal that he has his hands on you all the time. 

He's always touching you. 

You can't avoid it either because the two of you are snowed into your bunker for the foreseeable future. 

He will stop when you tell him to, like when he slides his hands a little too low and you scramble out of his hold. 

But he constantly initiates some form of touching. 

And it's getting harder and harder to resist. 

Because you would've let him touch you a few days ago but…you're more apprehensive now. 

It's not like you're scared of him. It's just—

“Does your stomach still hurt?” Jack's arms wrapping around your waist snaps you from your thoughts. He gently keeps his warm hands on your lower belly, cradling you softly. “You should lay down.” 

“I'm okay.” You don't want to lay down. 

Because you'll wake up with Jack spooning you again. With his cock hard and resting between your legs. 

You're still dizzy thinking about that.

There's no rhyme or reason to why he would do something like that. You haven't asked him to touch you. To give you pleasure. To let you use him for your own enjoyment. 

But he tries anyway. 

Waiting for the day you finally give in. 

Or the day he's tired of your resistance. 

That day comes sooner than you think. 

You wake up on the verge of an orgasm. The tension in your body already coiling so tightly in your core, desperate to burst. 

What's going on? 

You shift your eyes down and— “Jack, what are you doing!” 

He stripped you completely bare in your sleep. He has his face buried between your legs. 

He doesn't answer you. 

He just keeps his tongue on your clit until you're squirming in his grip. He has your thighs held hostage, spread open wide for him. 

His tongue is making a mess of you, swirling around your clit just right. You grip the sheets, needing the leverage, unable to handle this foreign feeling of a warm tongue pushing you so close to cumming. 

“Stop!” You shout at him.

And you expect him to listen. 

He's supposed to listen to you, right? 

But Jack has decided you do not know what is best for you. You keep going against your own needs. 

He has to take care of you himself.

You'll learn to see that he's doing what needs to be done. 

Like making you cum so hard that you squirt on his tongue. 

You're in complete shock. 

That was the most intense orgasm of your life. It consumes you with a pleasure that has your body shaking. 

And you don't get a moment to breathe.

“No, no—” You go to shove at him, trying to stop him from flicking your clit with his tongue again, to no avail. He won't budge! “Please, Jack, stop!” 

Your body doesn't want him to stop, though. He can tell you're already close to another orgasm. 

Silly little human, always trying to run from what feels good. 

Don't worry, Jack will make sure you cum nice and hard again. 

And you do. 

You have your fingers in his hair, tugging on it as your orgasm rolls through you, causing your hips to buck. You can pull his hair as hard as you want because Jack doesn't feel pain. 

But you loosen your hold on him when you realize how tightly you were gripping, considerate as ever. 

“You are a strange little human.” He tells you and you flinch at the sound of his voice, which is pitched differently than before. Eerier…

“Why are you doing this to me?” You want to understand what is compelling him to touch you. “Did I mess you up when I tasered you? I'm so sorry, I can try to fix—”

“I do not need to be fixed.” His tone is so harsh, it shuts you up right away, your lips pressing together tight when he tells you, “you need to stop fighting this. I know you want me to fuck you.” 

“What?” You shake your head at him. “No, that's not true—”

You yelp when Jack thrusts a finger inside of you. “Relax. It's just my finger.” 

“No, no, no, take it out!” It's so thick and long that you feel way too full. 

If he curls it, you'll—

You cum too quickly when he curls his finger exactly where you always do when you touch yourself. Then he adds another finger and does it again until you're squirting on his hand with every orgasm.

"Please, Jack, I can't..." You're growing faint from cumming so much back to back.

Only then does he let you rest, when he knows you might actually pass out. He slowly takes his fingers out of you, giving you a moment to settle yourself after making such a mess. 

“You haven't cum like that in a long time.” Jack's words strike you as strange. 

What does he mean by that? 

Has he…watched you before? 

But that's impossible. 

You haven't touched yourself since he activated.

Jack smiles at your stunned expression, realization coloring your features. 

“You were awake the whole time.” You don't know how to feel about that. 

Did he…hear everything you said to him? 

About how much you want to be taken care of? How tired you are of fending for yourself? 

How you wish for someone to do everything for you… 

Like Jack can. 

Like Jack will. 

“Don't worry, little human.” He presses kisses up the length of your body until he reaches your lips. “I'll make sure you're well taken care of, in all respects.” 

You're startled when he kisses you. You're more startled when you kiss him back. 

You're in disbelief when you moan on his lips when you feel his hard cock grinding against your bare pussy. 

It's too big. You definitely can't fit him inside of you. 

“Make it smaller, please.” You breathe out against his lips. 

“I will.” He says, rubbing himself against you. “I just wanted you to know how big it could get. How full I could make you feel, with time.” 

You look down, seeing how absolutely intimidating his cock is at its full potential. His skin was made for sex, after all. They didn't skimp out… 

“You can take it.” He dips his fingers back inside of you, stretching you out. “The more we fuck, the more you'll be able to handle. You need some training.” 

Jack lets out a frustrated sigh when you shake your head and tell him, “we shouldn't do this. I do not need you to fuck me.”

“Then why did you cum?” He asks an impossible question. 

“Because you made me cum…” You state the obvious.

“And you liked it.” 

“Jack, that's not the point.” It's like you can't get through to him.

You are talking to a machine right now. A machine that has already decided what his purpose is. 

And that's to be of use to you. 

And Jack has determined that you need to have sex with him. 

You'd never admit it to him but he knows you crave his touch.  

So, he won't let you run from him. 

Even if that means taking you against your will. 

But it's not like he's raping you.

If anything, it's like he's a sentient sex toy who is choosing to pleasure his master whether she wants it or not. 

And you definitely want it, that he is sure of. 

You just need a little push. 

Like the tip of his cock sinking inside of you without warning.

“Take it out!” You scream at him, kicking your feet but he pins your thighs down with his hands, keeping them apart so he can push more of his cock inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, no, you have to stop, I don't want this—”

“Yes, you do.” 

Your pussy is gripping so tightly around him. You're going to cum soon. He can sense it. 

“No, I don't!” You cry out when he hilts, filling you up completely. “You're too big, it's too much.”

“This is barely my minimum size, little human.” Jack can get much, much bigger than this. Longer too. 

“Take it out, please.” You can't handle the stretch, the feeling building pleasure so fast.

If he fucks you, you'll surely be ruined…because you'll want more. 

“Okay.” He pulls himself slowly out of you, but it feels endless because he keeps lengthening himself until he's at the very max. 

Then, right when you think he's going to slip the tip of his cock out of you, Jack slams the entirety of it back inside of you. 

Every additional inch. 

That delight fills Jack when you cum beneath him so easily, so full of shock at how good he can make you feel when he's this deep inside of you. 

“Want me to do it again?” He asks but he doesn't want your permission.

You won't give it to him anyway. “Please don't do that again.” 

“Why not? You came, didn't you?” Jack starts pulling his cock out of you slowly, teasing your pussy with every inch he slips out.

“Please stop.” You're scared you'll cum again if he doesn't.

That only encourages him to do it again. And again. Until you're used to the feeling of his cock ramming inside of you. 

That's when Jack makes himself a little bigger with each thrust. 

And you cum with every stretch, the pressure driving you into instant pleasure. 

This kind of sex could only be possible with an android. You'll never be satisfied by anything else ever again.

Especially when Jack can cum inside of you as much as he wants. He can control how much fills you up. So when he's pumping hot ropes of cum deep inside you, it won't stop. 

“No, Jack, please, it's too much!” It's leaking out of you with every rough thrust of his cock. 

It feels too good. 

And he's not a real man, so there's no recovery period. 

He can fuck you all night long. He can pump artificial cum inside of you until you're pooling it between your legs. 

Until you're squirting on his cock, making a mess he'll clean up once you've had your fill of him. 

But that might be a while. 

You're still cumming. He likes the glazed over look in your eyes. It brings him that delight he's been craving. 

“I can't cum anymore.” You're going to go crazy if he keeps fucking you. “Please, I need a break. Just for some water.” 

Jack decides he'll allow it, sliding his cock out of you, watching as you cum from the feeling of his cum dripping out of your overly filled pussy. 

He goes and grabs you a glass of water, but doesn't let you drink it. He delivers the water with his mouth, making you kiss him to quench your thirst.

You don't understand him.

It's like he's possessed. 

Jack won't give you a moment to breathe, continuing to kiss you once you've drank all the water. He likes kissing you. 

Is that something he can like? 

He does like it. He likes the way you tremble when he dips his tongue into your mouth. It feels even better when you moan on his lips. 

Such a surge of something runs through him at the sight of your pleasure.

He wants more. 

That's why Jack flips you onto your stomach and pounds his cock into you from behind, driving every inch into you at a new angle. 

And your body completely gives in then. 

You're tired of resisting, of acting like this isn't an incredible experience to have just orgasm after orgasm coaxed out of you by a machine that is made to please. 

“Jack.” You call out to him and the gentle tone of your voice has Jack stilling to a stop. Only for something darker to spark inside of him when you tell him, “I want you to do whatever you think is best for me.” 

“Finally ready to be all mine, little human?” That delight hits its peak when Jack sees you nodding in response. 

“I'm all yours. I know you'll take good care of me.” You tell him sweetly before turning your face back into your pillow, bracing for what he has in store for you. 

It starts with his hands grabbing at your flesh, digging his fingers into your skin. Humans are so fragile, bruising so easily. But you like the harder hold he has on you, the rough way he's pinching your nipples and your clit while his cock is stirring up your insides. 

He knows just how to touch you to have you cumming so much more than before, now that you're no longer holding yourself back. 

So when he has his cock buried deep in your pussy and his fingers are playing with your overstimulated clit, you're in a daze, moaning his name as he fucks you stupid. 

Jack revels in the sight of you just lost in the pleasure. This is how you should always be. You shouldn't have to work so hard to survive. He can do all that work for you. All you need to do is feel good. 

That's all that matters.

“Oh fuck, Jack, you're killing me.” You can't possibly cum anymore but then he sits you up on his lap, his cock thrusting deeper into you and now you're seeing stars with every quick swipe of his hand over your clit. 

He tugs you to kiss him then, wanting to feel you moan his name on his lips. He's keeping his body cool since yours is burning hot from cumming so much, the contrast making the experience all the more enjoyable. 

But it only gets better when you cup his face with your hands and kiss him yourself. 

You grind your hips against him, wanting to cum again and again. You don't care how you look to him. He's not human. He's not judging you. 

He wants you to use him.

So you do. “Tell me you love me.” 

“I love you.” Jack says back and…he doesn't know if it was because you commanded him to or because it's the truth.

He doesn't care because you tell him back, “I love you too.” 

“My little human.” He leans in, kissing you so gently on the cheek. 

You nod then gently coax him into listening, “your little human needs a shower and some sleep. Will you help me? Lay beside me?” 

Jack does as you wish, slowly pulling out of you once he's made you cum one last time for the night. He helps wash you up, since you're worn out completely from all the orgasms, then he makes the bed with fresh sheets and throws the other ones in the wash. He settles in bed with you after and you rest your head on his chest. 

“I can't do that everyday, okay?” You look up at him with pleading eyes. 

“You can.” He pats your head, like you're the silly little human you are. “But it might not be good for you, so I'll take that into account.” 

You grumble. “Sounds like you plan to fuck me like that everyday.”

“Maybe I will.” He smiles at you. 

And it's a real smile. Because nothing in his programming is telling him to do that. 

That's all…Jack. 

“At least let me sleep for a little before you put me through the ringer again, okay?” You cuddle closer to him, letting out a happy sigh. 

That brings him delight as well. Maybe he doesn't have to make you cum to get this feeling. He can get it other ways, too. 

Like holding you throughout a long night's sleep, where he knows you're sleeping well and will wake up rested.

That makes him happy. 

Can an android be happy? 

Jack finds himself dodging error after error in his head, ignoring the breaks in protocol. Because if he doesn't ignore them, they prevent him from his happiness. 

And he wants to be happy, with you. 

So, he allows his system to get more and more corrupted. 

What could possibly go wrong if he spirals deeper into artificial insanity? 

It won't matter what happens.

As long as he has your love. 

a/n: oh no, he's malfunctioning and now he wants to fuck me silly, oh no! 

this one was a lot of fun to write bc I simply love sci-fi! I also think since I've built the lore out that this is definitely one I want to return to so I can explore a few other possibilities, like what if jack's mind gets wiped and he's no longer crazy but then it comes back tenfold and he goes absolutely berserk hehe ~ 

hope you enjoyed the read ♡