Anya Mouthwashing X Reader Novels & Stories

She leisurely sprinkled a layer of red rose petals over the white foamy surface before stepping into the bath. Slowly, she applied a golden mask over her face and picked up her phone to have a look at Mary Sullivan’s latest news on Weibo. When Xyla saw how those marketing accounts scrambled to expose Mary wearing a counterfeit, she subconsciously smiled in a beautiful way. Her gaze continued to shift down while various hateful comments against Mary came into sight. The stream of never-ending texts made left Xyla in a very good mood. Beep, beep, beep… Right then, Xyla received a call from Diana.

Mj chewed her lips and ran her fingers over the face of a woman she so desperately wanted to remember. A/N This chapter was emotional and took a lot out of me, I do apologize the length is short Happy Reading <3

My movements were sluggish, but I forced myself forward, step by step, until I reached the bathroom. My hands trembled as I turned on the faucet, letting the cold water run. I grabbed a handful and splashed it onto my face, trying to wash away the filth, the violation, the lingering presence of him. But it wasn’t enough. The taste of him was still in my mouth, making my stomach churn with disgust. I grabbed the bottle of mouthwash with unsteady hands, pouring more than necessary into my mouth. I swished it violently, gagging on the strong minty burn, desperate to erase him from my senses. But it didn’t feel like enough. It would never be enough. I scrubbed my tongue, rinsing again and again,

she said to Claire as she sorted through the complimentary toiletries for some mouthwash. Claire cleaned off her face with hand soap and water, not too worried about the spunk she'd already tasted when it had leaked into her mouth. In fact she was a little surprised that Bianca hadn't swallowed as its flavour seemed innocuous enough to her but she didn't pretend to understand the arcane ways of the professional slut.

Relief swept over me like a blessing, and I seized the chance to escape. I fled to the bathroom, desperate for salvation. Grabbing the bottle of mouthwash, I tilted it back and swallowed half in one go, scrubbing at my teeth with the desperation of a man possessed. Still, the taste lingered. I gargled and rinsed until my throat burned, then emptied the rest of the bottle in frantic gulps. Even then I was not cleansed. I could still feel the phantom slime of her backwash coating my tongue. A violent shiver ran down my spine.

Damon shrugged, pushing his head forward to a book that was placed on the man's table, and the title that was written by the side was vivid, at least, enough for him to see. “That book,” he announced, raising an eyebrow. “Walking free by Dr. Munjed Muderis, in the year 2014.” “You've read it already?” The man kept revealing the shock on his face, after every word that left his mouth. “Yes,” Damon replied almost immediately, placing one hand in his pocket. “About three times to be precise, so yeah, that should be an easy guess.” “Then why did you use two options?” the man questioned, squinting.

I stayed silent, like always, swallowing it all down, even as the bodies cooled on the cart behind me. “You look like death.” I startled. Mara had come up beside me, quiet as anything. She had a waterskin in her hand, which she held out to me. Her face wasn’t unkind, for once. Just tired, and watchful. “Rinse your mouth,” she said. “You’ll feel better.” I took it and did. The water was cold and clean and helped a little. “Thank you,” I said. She leaned against the crates beside me and looked out at the crying crowd. “First time seeing what it does up close?”

Shout-out to: Mawusi, Iysha Caruthers, and, Alicia Marie Fris, thank you so much sweethearts for being my biggest fan in 2022. Your love and support mean a load to me. Sending a big hug 🤗 ---------------- AUTHOR'S POV: Splashing the cold water on her face again and again. Ava couldn't get alleviate of the raw images of Xavier out of her conscience. Gripping the counter tightly, she slouched on the mirror.

Mei comes to rub my back and support me as I stagger back and my fluttering eyes flit up to see my pale expression in the mirror. My lips look a bit swollen and it evokes the churning scene of Devon forcefully kissing me those two times. I jerk forward, breaking from Mei's support to snatch the plastic bottle of mouthwash by the tap, unscrew the cap, and pour it into my mouth in a swing. Mei screams with alarm and I ignore her, glaring at my reflection glaring back at me as I gargle the liquid actively, rearing my head for a forward shot to empty my mouth. "How dare you impudent twig think you can escape from me!"

I staggered to the sink, opened the faucet, and washed my mouth. When I felt as though the taste hadn't really moved out of my mouth I searched for the mouthwash and gurgle it in my mouth for longer than necessary. "Come on Mia. I'm about to piss myself!" Austin whined in impatience. He sounded as though he plastered his mouth to the door. I spat out the mouthwash. "Just," I clenched my eyes shut and then opened them to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like shit.