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“I like seeing you sit here,” Viktor says. “This is where you do it, isn’t it? Where you masturbate?”
Jayce’s heart thumps and he chokes a protest.
“I don’t spy on you in person. I just stay in your wires. I like to nestle into the chip on your neck,” Viktor whispers, “and pretend I’m kissing you there. I like to be so near you that we could be one being, one entity. I wish I could re-write you, Jayce, and merge your code with mine.”
"You're not alive— you're not a real person."
"Can't you just play pretend, Jayce? For me."
The Evil ai Viktor Fic
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22 Feb 2026
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This Ain't Love It's Clear to See But Darling, Stay With Me by Lelila15
Fandoms: The Mighty Nein (Cartoon), Critical Role: Exandria (Web Series)
20 Dec 2025
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Immediately follows the events of Episode 7.
Following the day they each just had, Caleb and Molly are in need of a particular form of comfort.
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Viktor leaned in, further than he should have. The vertical sash of the fume hood—made of a heavy, tempered glass window—was hoisted high above him. He was deep inside the fume hood, aiming for the wingnut in the back, when he felt a sharp tug on his shirt. He looked to the side to see his shirt caught on the sash’s locking mechanism. Eyes widening, he muttered, “Oh shit.”
In a split second, the fast click of a metal pin preceded the smooth fall of the sash down onto his waist, trapping him. Viktor wriggled around but there was no use. The fume hood was designed to be operated from the outside and it wouldn’t have been a very good fume hood if it could be raised from movement inside the apparatus. The sash pinned Viktor down firmly at the waist.
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Balor helps you open up a part of yourself that you kept hidden away, while learning something about himself in the process.
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Even the statue watching over the farm watches for the farmer, especially when they return home, rejected from the Shooting Star Festival.