REPORT || KERASILK REGENERIERT DAS HAAR IN KÜRZESTER ZEIT!
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REPORT - KERASILK
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Ich wollte euch von meinen ersten Anwendungen mit meinen 3 KERASILK Produkten berichten! Mittlerweile habe ich mir gut 6/7x damit die Haare gewaschen & "gepflegt" .. Gibt es Verbesserungen? …
MEIN REPORT
MEINE ERSTE ANWENDUNG:
Diese war am 27.05.2023, bei meinem ersten Eindruck, habe ich darüber ausführlich Berichtet.
DIE ZWEITE HAARWÄSCHE:
Nach ein paar Tagen war ich schon gespannt, wie das Ergebnis bei der zweiten Anwendung wohl ist.. & ich konnte es kaum glauben, als ich das Shampoo ausgespült habe & das Haar sich so geschmeidig anfühle, als wären sie mit einer Pflege bearbeitet! Diesmal lies ich die Haare ohne das Balsam trocknen & trug es zwischendurch auf das trockene Haar auf. Das frischt auch nach ein paar Tagen, den tollen Duft nochmal auf! Das Haar fühlt sich super an!
DRITTE + VIERTE:
Es ist kaum zu glauben, dass man so oft seine Haare wäscht & keine Maske o.Ä. benötigt weil die Haare immer noch so mehr als ausreichend mit Pflege versorgt sind!
Als ich gelesen habe, dass die Regenerierende Maske von KERASILK .bis zu 5 Haarwäschen im Haar bleiben soll, dachte ich nur "Als ob! Wie soll das gehen?" So größer ist einfach die Überraschung, dass es wirklich so ist! Unglaublich die Wirkung !
DIE FÜNFTE HAARWÄSCHE:
Bei der fünften Haarwäsche, habe ich dann wieder die Haarmaske benutzt, um mir das ganze nochmal von vorne anzuschauen. Nach der ersten Haarwäsche danach, war wie schon davor, mein Haar samt weich, geschmeidig, glatt & glänzend! & das ganz OHNE MASKE - ich konnte meine Haare Problemlos kämen danach & das Haargefühl war einfach unbeschreiblich schön! Das Balsam habe ich danach in die Längen & Spitzen gegeben, wodurch auch die Spitzen wieder Final "gesund" aussahen…..
…um meinen ganzen Report zu lesen, schaut hier vorbei:
https://herzchentestet.blogspot.com/2023/06/report-kerasilk.html
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KERASILK - WUNDER PRODUKTE FÜRS HAAR
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Über Piubella darf ich 3 tolle Haarprodukte von KERASILK testen!
ERSTER EINDRUCK
Folgende Produkte wurden mir zur Verfügung gestellt:
KERASILK Reparierendes Shampoo
KERASILK Regenerierende Maske
KERASILK Regenerierender Balsam
Fangen wir mit dem Shampoo an - Optisch wirkt es seidig weiß. Die Konsistenz wirkt auf den ersten Blick deutlich fester/stabiler als herkömmliches Shampoo. Das Shampoo hat einen
total schönen gepflegten Duft. Die Schaumbildung ist eher indirekt Schaum & nicht so fluffig massig wie man es oft kennt. Er ist viel leichter in seiner Struktur & kaum sichtbar. Aber seine reinigende Wirkung ist deutlich spürbar! Beim ausspülen sieht man dann, wieviel "Dreck" das Shampoo aus dem Haar holt, ohne viel Schaum!
EFFEKT: Schon beim ausspülen fühlt sich das Haar sofort spürbar weicher & glatter als vorher an! Nach dem waschen, folgt die Maske - auch diese hat einen total schönen erfrischend schönen Duft! Die Konsistenz ist eher dicklich fest & erinnert mehr an eine Creme, wodurch sie sich schon beim einarbeiten, spürbar weich um die Haare legt. Die Einwirkzeit habe ich wie immer genutzt, um meine Haare mit dem Produkt zu kämmen. Das ging total gut & man konnte
sofort spüren, wie die Maske "arbeitet". Nach ca. 5min gehts dann ans ausspülen & schon hier, sieht das Haar insgesamt gesünder & gepflegter aus & hat ein viel geschmeidigeres Haargefühl als vorher!
TIPP: Da die Wirkung der Maske bis zu Haarwäschen anhalten soll, ist es auch ausreichend, das Produkt nur 1x wöchentlich anzuwenden.
… um meinen ganzen ersten Eindruck lesen zu können, müsst ihr auf meinem Blog vorbei schauen:
https://herzchentestet.blogspot.com/2023/05/kerasilk-wunder-produkte-furs-haar.html
Welche Erfahrungen habt ihr mit den Produkten gemacht??
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home again, to his love.
john mactavish x f!reader
nsfw, MDNI, chubby reader, oral fem receiving, suggested p in v, johnny being so obsessed with his pretty little plush wife
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nsfw below cut <3
his footsteps sounded softly against the dirt pathway leading to your house, his heart beating from out of his chest.
john’s throat works at the sight of you in the distance, eyes drinking up your figure as if he was the desert and you were the ocean.
“‘m home,” he rasps out. you had been expecting him next week. “forgot t’ call.”
your breath leaves your lungs as his voice fills her your, your mind immediately jumping from the bread you were baking to him.
you rush over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. your husband, your johnny, came home to you.
whispered prayers and thanks in gaelic left your lips as you held him close, thankful to the lord for bringing him home to you once more.
john holds you, eyes closed as he breathes in the scent of you. the smell of you brings a calmness to the turbulent sea of emotions and stress that he holds inside. “i’m home,” he whispers back—he’s back, back with you again, where he knows he belongs.
warmth fills his eyes and heart as feelings of love overflow him on this happy night, his head tilting down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. “i missed you,” he says, “too much.”
you press kisses to his neck and jaw and face, finally crashing against his lips. you hold him close to your body as you absorb all of him.
“lord i hate when you go for so long.”
“i hate leavein’. it just ain’t a choice when yer in me sorta line o’ work.” his hand moves up your back, fingers gently stroking through you hair.
“how’s me bonnie been doin’ whilst i been gone?” he asks, that familiar scottish lilt in his words.
“i hope y’ ain’t workin’ yerself too hard here. i seen how thin yer gettin’ in the shoulders. i’ll have ta fix tha’.”
that accent always made you melt. you clung to him as if he was your life force, because in a way, he was. you needed each other, almost more than you needed air.
“i’ve been alright. cooking, mostly. isn’t the same when you’re not here to eat it.”
he hums and lets his hands find your shoulders, massaging right between them as you lean against him. he presses a kiss to the crown of your head before speaking.
“y’ got any leftover, love? m’ starved.”
you let out a soft groan as he massaged the soft tissue of your neck, your head falling against his chest.
you always smelled like a bakery. you owned one, so it made sense, but herbs and flour and warmth seemed to seep from you like the air you breathed.
“i’ll make some more for you. no one i’d rather cook for.”
john’s smile is like the sun cresting the horizon, breaking through clouds of stress and worry. he holds you close in the early morning light, your breaths slowing in that cozy moment that feels like hours.
“aye, love,” he rumbles, “i’ll eat all y’ make for me.” he kisses the top of your head, pulling you in even closer. “what else have you been up to? did ya finally watch that old western i told ya bout?”
you nuzzle into him. you felt like you could never get close enough. if you could crawl inside of him, you would in a heartbeat.
“mhm. watched it last night. i liked it.” you left out the fact that you had watched it every night since he left, clinging onto any part of him that you could in his absence. you knew the movie by heart.
with your face buried against him, john’s hands roam about underneath your shirt, tracing along your skin as he begins to kiss down your neck and move lower.
“tell me, darlin’, what else you been doin’ with yerself?” he asks, his mouth reaching your shoulder and nibbling on your collarbone. “have ya been usin’ the time wisely, hm?”
your eyes fluttered closed, your mouth slightly agape as he kissed all over you neck and collar, as his hands wandered under your shirt and teased just where he knew you would fold.
“mhm.. thinking about you a lot.”
that was all you could say. that was all you needed to say. you knew he would get the message. most nights, you would try to work yourself to an orgasm, wearing something of his. it never worked. not when it wasn’t him.
“ahh, love,” he groans against your skin, “y’ been missin’ me, hm?”
his hands go for the shirt you wear, working to pull it over your head.
his face is buried in your necks and shoulders, hot breath falling against the sensitive skin as his hands run along your skin; he couldn’t believe he had been away for so long.
“y’ been touchin’ yerself for me?” he asks, his words like smooth whisky.
soft whimpers escaped you as he pulled your shirt off, revealing your bare chest. it was a rare occasion when you wore something under your shirts or sweaters, so he knew he would be greeted with the sight of your exposed breasts.
you weren’t a skinny woman, not by any means. you were plush and soft and curvy, just how he loved you. your voice was soft and sweet as you answered him.
“m-mhm.. not the same when it’s not you..”
john’s smile stretches wide; he knows he’s going to be enjoying this.
he moves to his knees, pushing your skirt up over your hips and slotting himself between your legs. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, nosing against your clothed cunny.
you let out a soft gasp as he drops to his knees and lean more against the wall he had you pinned to. you could already feel the wetness of your own arousal begin to soak into the cotton.
“johnny..” you whispered, hands holding up your skirt.
“hmm?” he hummed, pressing kisses to your cunt. his arms wrapped around the backside of your thighs and his fingers played with the soft plush of your hips.
“somethin’ the matter, bonnie?”
you bit your lip and gazed down at him. your eyes closed and you leaned your head back as he licked a stripe up the cotton, the roughness of his stubble scratching so fucking good against your thighs.
his fingers slipped into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and off of your legs. “told ye i was starved, didn’t i?” he taunted, pressing an unusually soft kiss to the outside of your excited and very much deprived pussy.
you didn’t even think to respond as he lapped at your cunt like a man starved. he ate you like it was his last meal on earth, lapping up anything that he possibly could.
mewls and moans left your lips as he devoured you, lapping at your entrance before moving to your clit. he ran the flat of his tongue over the bundle of nerves and swirled around it. it sent shivers down your spine and trembles through your thighs.
you had to fight off the urge to clamp your thighs around his head. your hand found his hair and tugged, louder and louder moans coming from you.
“f-fuck, johnny, i’m close-“ you moaned, breathy and full of pleasure. he only tightened his grip around your thighs.
“cum for me, bonnie. let me taste you.”
his voice sent vibrations through your cunt and spiraled you over the edge, cumming all over his face. he hummed happily and drank up all that your blessed body gave him.
of course, he didn’t stop there. no, he kept going, eating your pussy and groaning at the taste until you physically pulled him off with a “t-too much, johnny, fuck.”
he let you regain your balance for a second before standing back up and pulling you into his arms. he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and flashed that devilish smile at you.
“le’ me show ye how much i missed ye in the bedroom, aye?”
(a/n: thank you all for all the support <333 i’ll do a m!reader for the next post, feel free to suggest any and all ideas)
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