Darkiplier X Antisepticeye Novels & Stories

You don't have a choice," Xander snapped out, and I had to fight the urge and punch him right there and then. But he was right, I didn't. And that only made me feel worse. "What about her eyes?" He asked, more like demanded, and I felt his intense gaze on me. "Try Blurady. It will decrease the pain of your symptoms and the bloody eyes, but not for long," Melly said. I rested my chin on my crossed arm and looked at her with tired eyes. "Is it a syrup or what?" I murmured, frowning. I heard him chuckle a little along with Dean for some stupid reasons, which made me glare at them. They immediately pursed their lips shut.

Vincent and Khalid's grins promised more, their eyes devouring her trembling form. Damian stepped away from her face, his massive dick glistening from her mouth, and rummaged in a drawer of his desk. The sound of metal clinking sent a shiver through Scarlett. He returned with a sleek black vibrator, its surface smooth and humming to life with a low buzz when he flicked the switch. 'Time to make that clit sing, red,' he growled, his deep voice laced with dominance. He knelt between her spread legs, the age gap stark as his broad, experienced hands parted her thighs wider. The vibrator's tip pressed against her sensitive clit, the vibration jolting her like electricity.

“Help him. Please, Dorian. You drove them away… that means you can save him, right?” Dorian didn’t answer immediately. He walked to the corner, setting down his leather bag that clinked with vials inside. From the bag, Dorian took out a small crystal tube filled with a golden liquid that pulsed faintly, as if it were alive. “This is the Aegis Serum,” Dorian said softly, turning the crystal tube under the light. “An experimental antidote I just completed last week. This serum is specifically designed to reverse high-level parasite mutations. And I don’t know whether it will work or not.”

Killian raised a brow, unimpressed. I pressed it firmly into the wound. He hissed. A smirk crept onto my face. This wasn’t ordinary antiseptic—it was laced with herbs that sped healing but burned like hell. Killian’s jaw clenched, his face flushing slightly. I eased my grip, moving the cotton gently over the wound. It looked deeper than a simple cut. Leaning forward, I blew softly against his skin to soothe the sting. His fingers twitched beneath mine, breath catching like he hated how good it felt.

Unable to blink, the lord of hell sat rigid and tense, his brother slowly injecting the slimy substance directly into his eye. He snarled again, Hades actions catching his off guard and vulnerable, strengthening his anger and annoyance. The slimy black substance appeared cold at first as it entered his eye, only reminding him once more of tar; the feeling much too similar. Wincing, Darkous squinted one eye, the black liquid beginning to scorch and boil his eyes as it mixed with the other substances; the pain like nothing he had ever felt before.

“Stopping the bleeding. Disinfecting.” “You really are out of your mind! Saliva’s full of bacteria—you trying to give me an infection? Or maybe hoping I die of tetanus, just so you can take revenge for Anne?” Her unsaid accusation hung heavy in the air, clear in her expression. Dylan shot her a sideways glance, then reached into the cabinet above and pulled down a white bottle of antiseptic. “I’m not nearly as twisted as you think.” "But your intention is never good," Suzy muttered, rolling her eyes.

she replies with a wink. Thalia returns in exactly half an hour. I've just gotten out of the shower and have to get dressed. It's 4 PM, and I don't know how she is going to get this done. In an hour, my makeup is done with subtle eye shadow, light mascara, and eye liner. My lips look different too. I go to touch them, and she yells, "Don't touch! They are overlined, and you could smudge my work."

Elinor said gravely. Kylie and I looked at each other, somewhat confused. "Excuse me, but the what?" I asked, and she rushed to explain in hushed tones. "The Mind's Eye is an ancient relic that can disrupt Damien's mind control." "The Mind's Eye. But when it is used, wouldn't it affect every other psychic in close range?" I asked, "i.e., you and Kylie."

She looks up at Creed, her eyes wide with terror. Creed grins, a dark, predatory smile that sends a shiver down my spine. “Gotcha.” Seraphine’s face pales, her eyes filling with tears. “Please… please, I didn’t know—” “Shut it,” Creed snaps, his voice cold as ice. He turns to me, his grin widening. “I know exactly how many packs Marle infected. And more importantly, I know how to get rid of the curse.” Seraphine stares up at him, her face pale as death. “No… no, please,” she begs, her voice barely a whisper. “You can’t—Marle will kill me—”

He coughs, drawing her attention from scurrilous squirrels rushing over the beaches of algae and moss coating a pomegranate tree, pursuing each other in a territorial struggle. "Your presence is needed by the High mage." " I'd never anticipated an audience so soon." Each flipping lash swaying over her eyes, settled the difference Aeirmish wore, from his slightly broader chest and arm, to his added accessory: a dagger, pouched and tightly fitted on his waist line.