Mouthwashing X Reader Novels & Stories

Disappear. The idea was loud and wrong and it still felt like a door that could open if I put my hand on it. I forced my eyes away and walked to the small bathroom at the back of the site. The tap sputtered and the water ran brown then clear. I scrubbed my arms and the sauce stained sink. I raked my fingers through my hair until the last bit of bone and gum slid away. It stung. I did not stop. I watched the water carry the mess into the drain and told myself to breathe.

I kept my gaze forward, not wanting to break the simmering tension as I slipped silently into the bathroom. The steamy cascade of the shower greeted me like a comforting embrace, and I inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar, invigorating scent of the citrus and sea salt wash that I kept here. As the water cascaded over me, I relished the sensation of it washing away the tension. I meticulously scrubbed every inch of my body until the water slowly began to run clear. After rinsing off, I used a backup toothbrush to freshen my breath, the minty flavor removing the bitter taste in my mouth.

He murmured words of reassurance, his voice a gentle melody in the midst of my discomfort. As the episode subsided, leaving me weak and drained, Liam guided me to the sink. He turned on the faucet, allowing cool water to flow over his hands. With tender care, he cupped water in his palms and splashed it onto my face, refreshing and revitalizing me. I closed my eyes, relishing the sensation of the water against my skin, the cleansing touch erasing the lingering traces of nausea. Liam's touch was both gentle and firm, his hands moving in a comforting rhythm, washing away the remnants of my discomfort.

My toothbrush is in the drawer beside Moon’s, and I thoroughly brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth. I’m never drinking again. The water burns my scrapes, but I don’t care. I wash from head to toe, including my hair. I feel horrible and that doesn’t change as I stand under the water and let it pound down on me. I have no idea how long I remain like this, but I finally realize I’m delaying the inevitable. I leave the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Moon’s bathrobe is lying on the bed and I slip it on. He’s sitting in a chair across the room when I come out. He’s wearing jeans and a black T-shirt.

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.

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!"

Mia watched him pathetically splash water on his face like he was trying to erase his existence from the planet. He rinsed his mouth, spat dramatically, then went back in again, scrubbing his cheeks and jaw like he was fighting an invisible enemy. Mia blinked, then hurried off. She returned a minute later with a clean towel draped over her arm and a small bottle of mouth-freshener water in her hand. “Um,” she said politely, stepping closer, “you can clean your mouth with this. It’ll taste better than… mud I guess” James didn’t respond. His entire face was buried under the stream now, water splashing everywhere. He hummed something unintelligible, clearly committed to drowning the trauma.

I couldn't respond when the urge came heavily and I threw up the second time, and much gibberish this time. She moved her face away from the sight of the vomit but kept rubbing my back. This didn't help either although I was feeling relief already. I flushed and rinsed the wash sink. The hand wash was always in the office so I used it to rinse my hands and my face. I gargled water in my mouth then spewed it out. The alcoholic mouthwash was close by, thanks to Steph the maid. I quickly rinsed my mouth with it. Jasmine handed me the small blue hand towel on the table and I wiped my hands dry

EUDORA. When I washed myself in the shower days after my First heat, it was with a delicateness that I thought I’d lost since my return from the MoonBorn pack. When I washed myself, I wasn’t obsessed with getting invisible imprints of the filthy hands that touched me, off my skin.

“It sounded like a scene from The Exorcist.” I brace the wet cloth against my lips to stifle a giggle. “I was worried I would see slugs hit the toilet water or a demon crack through your spine,” he continues. “Stop,” I plead. I rise to rinse my face and hands in the sink behind Jackson. He watches with rapt attention as I wet my toothbrush, then rinse my teeth and tongue. I’ve learned toothpaste upsets me sometimes. I read online to use water sometimes and toothpaste as I can tolerate it. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I have tiny bruise dots surrounding both eyes. I will need to research these online. I try to hide my worry about the dots decorating the edges of my eyes.