#red onion shampoo

[budsandberries]

Onion Shampoo: Your Ultimate Solution to Hair fall and Dandruff 

Wave goodbye to hair troubles with the amazing combo of red onion and ginseng in this awesome anti-hair fall shampoo. 

1. Super Strong Strands: Red Onion Shampoo, with the power of ginseng, makes your hair roots and strands super strong. It's like giving your hair a superhero boost, making it the best onion shampoo for hair fall 

2. Grow, Hair, Grow! The onion in this shampoo helps your hair grow longer and thicker. It's not just any shampoo; it's the best dandruff and hair fall shampoo, ensuring your hair steals the show. 

3. Bye-Bye Thin Hair: Ginseng fights off thinning hair like a hero. This red onion shampoo isn't just your regular shampoo; it's the best anti-hair fall shampoo, keeping your hair tough and resilient. 

4. Sulphur's Superpower: Red onion brings Sulphur magic, making your hair strong from the inside out. It's the secret sauce in the best dandruff and hair fall shampoo, ensuring your locks stay gorgeous. 

5. Happy Scalp, Happy Hair: Red Onion Shampoo not only makes your hair strong but also keeps your scalp happy. It's not just an anti-hair fall shampoo; it's the best dandruff and hair fall shampoo, making sure your hair is happy and healthy. 

Red Onion Shampoo as a magical boost for your hair. Packed with red onion and ginseng, it makes your locks dreamy and lovely. No harmful stuff like sulphates, parabens, or silicones, just natural goodness for your hair. It's the top anti-hair fall shampoo from Buds and Berries, making your hair care routine a total breeze! 

[embraceayurveda]

Rediscovering Hair Care: The Rise of Red Onion Shampoo in Ayurveda

Hair is often considered a reflection of one's health and vitality. Over time, issues like hair loss and thinning have become prevalent due to multiple factors like stress, pollution, and unhealthy lifestyles. With growing concerns, people have started looking back at traditional practices to find solutions. This shift has led to the increasing popularity of oAyurvedic Shampoo, a nature-driven remedy offering multiple benefits.

One of the standout stars in the Ayurvedic hair care galaxy is the Red Onion Shampoo. But why has this particular shampoo become the talk of the town? Let's delve deeper.

The Foundations of Red Onion Shampoo

Onions, primarily red onions, have been part of various ancient medicinal practices. Rich in sulphur, antioxidants, and vitamins, they have been revered for their ability to support hair health. The Onion Shampoo, which harnesses the power of red onions, is designed to invigorate hair follicles, reduce hair fall, and encourage healthy hair growth.

Tackling Hair Loss: Why Red Onion Shampoo Works

Hair loss can be distressing. Various factors can lead to hair thinning, from hormonal imbalances to external environmental aggressors. The Shampoo for Hair Loss, containing red onion extract, penetrates the scalp, nourishes the hair roots, and reduces hair fall by strengthening hair strands. Its antifungal properties also help battle scalp infections, ensuring a healthier scalp environment conducive to growth.

Reviving Hair Growth: A Deep Dive into Benefits

With the problems of hair loss addressed, the next big challenge is promoting faster and healthier hair growth. Hair Growth Shampoo, with its unique blend of natural ingredients, often targets this concern. The sulphur in red onion aids in regenerating hair follicles and encourages the production of collagen tissues, vital for hair growth.

Hair Fall Control Shampoo: A Multi-Faceted Approach

Hair fall can be due to breakage or weakening of hair strands. The Hair Fall Control Shampoo, like the Red Onion variant, does not merely focus on preventing hair from falling. It ensures that hair remains strong, lustrous, and less prone to breakage. When the scalp is nourished, and hair strands are fortified, there is a noticeable reduction in hair fall.

Ayurvedic Shampoo: A Return to Nature

Ayurveda, the ancient Indian medicinal system, emphasizes balance in everything, and this philosophy extends to hair care. An Ayurvedic Shampoo typically blends various natural ingredients, like herbs and oils, to provide a holistic hair care solution. The red onion shampoo is a shining example of this practice, offering solutions not just for hair fall, but for overall hair health.

Conclusion

In the dynamic world of hair care, it's essential to find products that resonate with our needs and are rooted in authenticity. The Red Onion Shampoo stands tall as an embodiment of Ayurveda's wisdom, offering solutions to modern-day problems. Whether you're battling hair loss, seeking growth, or just wanting healthier hair, it might be time to turn to this Ayurvedic wonder for answers. After all, sometimes, the best solutions are found in nature's lap.

[theindieearth]

Red Onion shampoo is loaded with the benefits of red onions along with other premium oils and extracts to give you strong and thick hair. This shampoo is helpful in stopping hair loss and promoting the healthy growth of hair.

[pranichealthcare1]

The Magic of Sulfur: Transform Your Hair with Red Onion

When it comes to hair care, the power of natural ingredients can work wonders. Among these, red onion, with its high sulfur content, has emerged as a secret weapon for those seeking lustrous and healthy locks. The magic of sulfur in red onion can transform your hair, and in this article, we will unveil its potential.

Sulfur: The Hair Care Elixir

Sulfur is an essential mineral that plays a crucial role in hair health. It helps in collagen production, promoting hair growth and strength. Sulfur is also known for its antimicrobial properties, making it effective in combatting dandruff and other scalp issues. Red onions, rich in sulfur, make for an excellent natural source of this hair care elixir.

Benefits of Red Onion for Hair

1. Hair Growth: Sulfur in red onion boosts collagen production, promoting hair growth and reducing hair fall.

2. Strength: It strengthens hair, making it more resilient against breakage.

3. Dandruff Control: The antimicrobial properties of sulfur in red onion help in controlling dandruff.

4. Shine and Softness: Sulfur contributes to the improved texture and natural shine of your hair.

Using Red Onion for Hair Care

While red onion is a powerful natural ingredient, applying it directly to your hair can be messy and may not be the most pleasant experience. That's where Khadi's Red Onion Hair Care Trio comes in. It's a convenient and effective way to incorporate the benefits of red onion into your hair care routine.

The Khadi Essential Red Onion Hair Mask, Red Onion Shampoo, and Red Onion Conditioner are designed to provide the benefits of sulfur without the mess. These products make it easy to strengthen, nourish, and improve the texture of your hair, giving you lustrous locks that will turn heads.

Unlock the magic of sulfur in red onion and let it transform your hair. Say goodbye to dull, lifeless locks and welcome a new era of healthy, beautiful hair with Khadi's Red Onion Hair Care Trio.

[khadiearthindia]

Khadi Earth: Pure, Natural, Beautiful

Discover the natural wonders of Khadi Earth Red Onion Shampoo. Nourish your hair with the power of red onion extract and organic ingredients. Strengthen, rejuvenate, and add natural shine to your locks. Embrace healthier, radiant hair today!

[ayurvedicwellness]

Hair health and everyday hustle can be a challenge to balance. Here are some tips on how to do it:

Make sure you're getting enough sleep. When you're sleep-deprived, your body produces more of the stress hormone cortisol, which can lead to hair loss. Aim for 7-8 hours of sleep per night.

Eat a healthy diet. Eating plenty of fruits, vegetables, and whole grains will help to nourish your hair and scalp. Avoid processed foods, sugary drinks, and excessive amounts of caffeine and alcohol.

Use gentle hair products. Harsh chemicals and detergents can strip your hair of its natural oils, making it dry and brittle. Look for shampoos and conditioners that are labeled as "sulfate-free" and "paraben-free."

Get regular trims. Split ends can make your hair look frizzy and unhealthy. Get your hair trimmed every 6-8 weeks to remove split ends and promote healthy growth.

Manage stress. Stress can take a toll on your hair health. Find healthy ways to manage stress, such as yoga, meditation, or spending time in nature.

Take supplements. There are a number of supplements that can help to improve hair health, such as biotin, collagen, and iron. Talk to your doctor about which supplements are right for you.

By following these tips, you can improve your hair health and reduce the damage caused by everyday hustle.

[holisticlivingwithme]

Onion Shampoo for Natural Hair Growth & Dandruff Control

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[holisticayurveda2023]

Onion Shampoo for Natural Hair Growth & Dandruff Control

[eddies-ashtray]

white hot forever

Pairing: Logan “Wolverine” Howlett x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Most days exhaustion plagues him. But tonight, with his last dregs of energy, Logan cooks for you. Though he’s hungry for something far more enticing.

WC: 5.6k

Category: Smut (18+ ONLY, minors dni)

Content: Implied (non-specified) age gap, kissing, Logan throws reader over his shoulder/carries her, cunnilingus, unprotected pnv, reverse cowgirl, dirty talk, petnames (baby, old man, etc), beard burn, 1 single spank, some light nipple play, spitting, kinda dom logan/sub reader, light teasing/mocking, a dash of humiliation kink, lots of manhandling, an inordinate amount of animal metaphor/simile, mentions of logan’s exhaustion/aging due to the adamantium poisoning.

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His biceps strain against the thin cotton of his white button-down–the sleeves rolled up–as he finely chops a red pepper. His heavy hand lends to the particularly booming sound of the knife landing on the wood cutting board. But you don’t mind, content to observe from your ideal spot on the countertop of the island. 

A half empty wine glass sits in your palm as your gaze lingers on the smattering of dark hair beneath the low-cut tank he wears under the button-down. 

The kitchen smells of the sweetness of the cooking oil he used and the warmth of nostalgia. Faint memories from childhood of your mother bustling around the kitchen as she prepared dinner linger at the edges of your mind, brought on by familiar scents. When you breathe it in, you also catch lingering traces of Logan’s shampoo and, faintly, sweat. 

“You ever…Ya know,” you pause, swirling the white liquid around. “Use the claws to chop an onion or something?”

Doing your best to suppress a smirk when Logan looks up at you from beneath his brows and pins you with a stern gaze, you hold his eyes. 

You quirk a brow, waiting for his response as a snort threatens to bubble up. 

A smirk cracks through his intense facade, crows feet deepening slightly. With an endearing shake of his head, he huffs a laugh through his nose. Logan’s a bit of a grump—even more so now that his hair has greyed and he’s let his beard grow somewhat unruly—but he’s not without a sense of humour. 

“No,” his voice, though signed with a note of playfulness, is as gruff as always when he rests the knife on the cutting board. “But as you know, they’ve been useful for…other things.” 

The word ‘other’ is loaded with intensity as the hand that previously gripped the knife handle lands deceptively gently on your right knee. It skates roughly up your thigh to thumb at the edge of your skirt. 

You only hum in response. Despite the warmth of the kitchen, a chill runs up your spine and you shiver involuntarily. You’re not sure how he does that. Dial things up to 100 before you can even blink. It keeps you on your toes, even a few years in.  

Now it’s his turn to quirk a brow–ever expressive–when his heavy gaze finally lifts from your legs.

Warmth begins to seep into your chest and stoke a small fire in your belly. But the growing tension dissipates slightly when a timer dings, shrill and intrusive. 

Pulling himself away from your skin to tend to the sound, Logan bends at the knees to pull a steaming dish from the oven. 

The crack of his joints is a quiet popping sound compared to the low grunt he releases when he stands back up to his full height to place the dish on the stovetop. 

He tosses a worn out dish towel over his shoulder–the same one he’d used to pull the food from the oven. 

Watching him carefully as he spins around in search of his whiskey glass, you remark, “You look handsome like this.” 

You pass him the liquor, his large hand wrapping around the glass. 

“Handsome like what?” he asks, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. 

It’s not often Logan has the energy for this. Long days drain him now. Like sweet syrup from a tapped tree, a slow drip that takes and takes.

“Just–in the kitchen with me. Cooking…Taking care of me,” you say. 

Another soft smile graces his lips and he presses a tender kiss to your cheek, a hand at your hip, and your face warms. 

Gulping down a healthy sip of his drink, his throat bobs as he swallows the auburn liquid. When the glass clinks against the marble as he puts it down, you notice droplets linger in his beard. Once you’ve placed your own glass down you reach to thumb away the beaded liquid.

“Hm?” he hums, though it’s more of a growl when he does it, the sound rumbling up from deep in his broad chest. 

“Just got some…” you trail off, expecting him to come to the natural conclusion himself when you lean in and cup his jaw. Feel the roughness of his beard against your palm as you swipe away the small droplet. “There.” 

Logan leans briefly into your touch to kiss the soft skin of your palm in thanks. The gesture makes your heart ache. 

You’re about to pull away, but Logan grasps your wrist in one strong hand, savouring your touch. He’s looking at you with an unexpected hunger behind his eyes as he feels the skin of your wrist beneath his rough palm. You can’t deny the way it revives the searing heat in the pit of your stomach. 

“What?” The word comes out more breathy than you’d intended. 

“Nothin’.” Logan shakes his head, holding your gaze. He releases your hand gently. 

The word lingers in the air between you. 

The way he says it–like it’s not really nothing–wires you right up again. You know he knows it too–his overly keen senses able to pick up the rhythm of your heart hammering against your ribcage. 

You need to expel the energy or let the tension snap but can only think of the intoxicating scent of whiskey on his breath. “You know, I’ve never tried whiskey.”

He’s quick to respond. “No? You want to?” 

“Okay.” It comes out in a whisper. The atmosphere feels too fragile for any other tone.

Logan grabs the crystal glass, just another sip or two remaining. He steals another as he steps in front of you, his left palm falling to your knee to push your legs apart so he has room to stand between them. 

He lingers above you and you lick your lips in anticipation, catching the way hazel eyes darken beneath furrowed brows. 

Then, Logan looks away and you watch as he places the glass down on the counter and his palms flat beside your thighs, effectively caging you in so you’re trapped in his space. Logan is all you can breathe, all you can see, all you can smell as your chest rises and falls with shallow breaths. 

Eyes finally returning to yours, his head tilts to the side–cocky, challenging. “Then give your old man a kiss.” 

A whimper nearly escapes you before you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and hungrily pressing your lips to his like it’s an order. It may as well have been, gruff as he is. 

Logan grunts in response to your quick action, pulling your leg around his waist so your heel digs into the small of his back. 

The roughness of his beard rubs your chin and cheeks, a pleasant sting against sensitive skin. Though you’re soon distracted when his hand leaves your calf in favour of greedily running up your thigh. They leave heat and tingling skin in their wake, and you gasp into the kiss when he gives the meat of your thigh a generous squeeze. 

His desperation for you is matched only by yours for him as you wind your other leg around his hips to tug him closer. Grunting at your forcefulness, Logan finally slips his tongue into your warm mouth.  

The whiskey on his tongue is overpowering as he kisses you like he’s starving for it–the meal he was making long forgotten. Warm hands brush up the length of your spine, eliciting a subtle shiver, before one of his large palms cradles your skull like you’ll shatter without the support. 

His nose bumps yours as he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth with fervour now. When his spare hand coasts over your chest to grab at your tits over your top, you arch into his touch with a moan like he demands it. 

When you bite his bottom lip he growls, long and deep. A renewed sense of desperation claws at your skin as your kisses become increasingly wanton and sloppy. Tangling tongues generate sounds bordering on obscenity. 

His claws may as well be dragging down your body, leaving bloody marks in their wake with the way his touch makes your skin sing. You hope he leaves bruises when he grasps at the flesh of your hips, pulling your lower-half flush against his pelvis. 

You can feel him, hard and straining against his black slacks. It’s impossible not to moan, lips leaving his as your mouth falls open to release the breathy sound. 

For a moment, you grind against his cock with your forehead pressed to his, using your hands wrapped around his neck as leverage. Feeling back muscles flex under your warm palms. The delicious slide of your soaked panties against his hardness is enough to drive you wild. 

A gasp is pulled out of you when your clit catches briefly on his tip beneath clean slacks. Logan growls through clenched teeth, pressing you into him harder, fervently rolling his hips. The sound makes your pussy clench around nothing. 

“Logan,” you whimper, aching for him as you pant into each other’s mouths. “Please.” 

“Fuck,” he rasps before he’s scooping you up off the counter, hoisting you up over his shoulder. Squealing at the surprise demonstration of his great strength, Logan strides through the kitchen and towards the living room. 

Desire burns deep in your belly as he carries you across the house like it’s nothing. He’s all broad chest, bulging biceps, and thick thighs. It makes you dizzy. You can’t help but reach out and pinch the meat of his thigh. 

“Hey!” He barks. 

Unsurprisingly quickly, Logan delivers a sharp smack to your ass and you yelp in shock, jolting against him. “So fuckin’ naughty.” 

The lingering sting coupled with his gruff tone has you squirming in his hold, whining low in your throat. 

In a single sudden motion, Logan manoeuvers you off his shoulder, dropping you onto the couch. And suddenly you feel deliciously small pinned beneath his hooded gaze. He towers over you. His staggering height emphasized from your perspective where you lay against the cushions. 

He’s assumed that authoritative stance that has every atom in your body buzzing–his arms crossed over his chest. This paired with his hard gaze is a lethal combination. He’s got that look in his eyes, like what am I gonna do with you? 

“Sorry.” Insincerity bleeds through your tone. You like to get him like this. To rile him up until he is more animal than man. 

Hazel eyes narrow as he grunts, disbelieving your weak apology. 

“You wanna be sorry?” He asks with a quick flick of his chin in your direction.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you nod. His chest rumbles with a deep sigh.

Unable to avert your gaze from his face, you bear witness to the glorious sight of Logan shedding his button-down. Your hips wiggle subtly in anticipation–though Logan would call it impatience. The cotton article is tossed carelessly over the chair by the couch.

He crouches down with a soft grunt, nods. “Okay.” 

Swiftly, you are tugged to the edge of the couch by Logan’s hands on your hips. Your skirt gets rucked up your waist, exposing you to the warm air of the house. Though it feels far more jarringly cool between your legs where you’re hot and wanting, pussy weeping for the older man before you.

“So fuckin’ soaked already,” He mutters, more to himself than to you. The comment has pleasure boiling low in your belly. 

“Logan.” He glances up at you briefly then returns his eyes to your cunt.  

You watch with rapture as his nostrils flare, no doubt overwhelmed by your scent this close to your centre. A predator ready to devour its prey. 

For the briefest of moments, Logan admires the wetness seeping through your panties, presses his thumb against the clothed, leaking well just to see your hips jump. Biting back a pathetic whine is far more difficult when his lips twitch into a faint smirk. 

There’s a change in his eyes in a split second where brows lower and pupils dilate. It’s then that he rips your panties down your legs and you swear you hear the distinct sound of fabric tearing. Gasping, you toss your head back between your shoulders, panting and warm all over. 

His chest rumbles with a guttural sound, savouring the sight of you spread open wide and dripping for him. 

Logan’s rough hands rub up and down your thighs, hungry. When they pause you swear you can feel his gaze burning a hole into the column of your throat. 

“Eyes,” He demands.

You obey, catching a glimpse of him stuffing your panties into his back pocket from where he kneels on the floor between your legs. 

The anticipation eats you alive, hips flexing, unable to remain still. Logan pins them down in an instant. 

Everything quiets. Tunnel vision casts out any and all sound or sight besides him. 

“Don’t move,” Is all he says before he’s diving in and devouring you, tongue hot on your sensitive skin. 

“Fuck!” you cry, hands plunging into his hair. 

He’s groaning the second his tongue licks up your cunt, dining on your taste. He gorges on you like he’s been deprived of your taste for far too long and he’s hollow without it. 

You’re drunk and dizzy on the way his beard scratches against your skin. The way the thick hair rubs against your cunt and sensitive inner thighs. A carnal craving satisfied. He’ll pull away after and be covered in you, unable to kiss you without smearing your desire across your own chin. 

The rough tug you give his hair causes him to grunt into you. He eats you out with zeal, an energy that so often eludes him these days. 

“Feels so good…Shit…So-” you babble on, only half aware of the praise spilling from your mouth.

For now, you are not sorry about his overzealous approach. But you will be. After, when the burn becomes a sting. When you are unable to walk for a week straight without feeling the roughness of his beard between your thighs. When he’ll reach over while he’s driving and squeeze your thigh meanly as a reminder. 

For now, you moan unabashedly as he nips at your clit harshly. Free roaming hands find warm skin, grabbing fistfulls of you. Rubbing your thighs, grabbing at your hips, spreading possessively over your stomach. Soon, his hand snakes under your top to squeeze at your tits, and you gasp sharply when he pinches your nipple between thumb and forefinger. 

The fire in your belly rages on, burning bright, spitting ash. 

“Logan,” You whine, long and drawn out, when he shakes his head back and forth animalistically, coating more of his beard in your wetness, your scent. He grunts against your pussy at the sound of his name hot on your tongue, the vibrations it causes driving you mad. 

His roughness makes your cunt throb. You derive as much pleasure from the sensation of his tongue licking up your slit and circling your clit as you do from simply watching him like this. His eyes shut in concentration, locked in as he laps up your juices like it sustains him. Like he is taking his fill of you before he hibernates for the winter. 

Just the obscene sounds of his hunger, the slurping and the groans emanating from deep within his chest are enough to prompt your hips to grind up into the pleasure his mouth provides. And he accepts all of it enthusiastically. 

You get lost in it, his wet muscle prodding at your entrance, licking up your slit to spread the wetness he’d collected over your clit. He sucks it between his lips, causing you to groan. 

Briefly, Logan pulls away, and you whine in protest. But his pause allows you to glimpse the parts of his beard that are now matted down with wetness. The sight causes warmth to spread across your chest, equal parts humiliation and pleasure. 

“Taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” he pants against your thigh, warm breath fanning over your puffy cunt. “Look at you,” he slurs, thumb rubbing over your pussy, spreading the wetness all over. 

Your hips jump and you whine again. Logan growls a quiet, desperate sound before diving back in, practically making out with your pussy and inserting two of his thick fingers into your heat. 

“Shit! Lo-” his name gets cut off with a girlish moan, a high sound only he could pull out of you, body completely overwhelmed by the excess of pleasure. 

“There she is,” he drawls, voice muffled and thick with lust before enveloping your clit in the warmth of his mouth and sucking. Your grip in his hair tightens as your hips grind into his mouth and down onto his fingers. Fingers which curl up into the gummy walls of your cunt, languidly brushing that sensitive spot inside over and over. 

Soon, slow movements evolve into quicker, but still consistent and deliberate, pumps into your weeping hole. It is precisely then that the ever-growing fire in your belly begins to consume you entirely. The moment Logan’s jaw goes slack and he begins to desperately lap at your cunt with a near entire loss of coordination, your vision goes white. 

Your orgasm crashes over you, an all-consuming force as Logan continues to fuck you with his fingers. It’s like you are bursting at the seams, coming apart in his hands. Every cell in your body catches fire as you roll your hips into his hand, riding out the waves of your climax. 

You’re panting as you come down, hips slowing to a stop as your body becomes over-sensitive to his touch. You twitch as Logan slowly pulls his fingers from you, his head falling to rest on your trembling thigh. 

“You know…For an old man, that was-” 

You suck in a sharp breath, hips jumping at the harsh sensation of Logan intentionally rubbing his beard over your already burning inner thighs. He chuckles lowly at your reaction, but is quick to soothe you, laying tender kisses across heated skin. 

Your hands trail down from his hair, and stroke a thumb softly over his cheek. He allows the sweet touches to continue for several moments before he pushes off his knees with a grunt. Logan falls onto the couch next to you, legs spread wide. Eyeing him in your periphery, you can tell he’s just as exhausted as you; his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.  

You’re still panting softly as you watch him, your limbs like Jell-O, skirt hastily pushed up past your waist, and top askew. The sight of him licking his fingers clean of you makes your clit twitch despite its sensitivity. 

Finally, he finds your eyes. 

“C’mere,” Logan rasps, patting his thigh. 

It takes great effort for you to crawl into his lap, and you don’t do it without some assistance. Logan’s hands grip your waist, pull you so you’re seated sideways over his thighs so as not to further irritate the burn. 

You wind an arm around his neck, tenderly stroking the hair at his nape. 

Logan rubs over the dough of your thighs, thumbs caressing between the split of them. Later, he’ll help you gently rub soothing lotion into them, but for now he’s all desire as he gazes down at where his hands press lightly into your legs. 

“How’s that feel?” he asks quietly. 

You can’t help but squirm in his lap a little, feeling him hot and hard beneath your thighs.

“Mmh,” you muse, staring down at his hands on you, legs raw and tingling. “Good.” 

You can feel his eyes on the side of your face, the warmth of his body beneath yours. “Yeah?”

You nod, meeting his eyes before cupping his jaw and scratching softly at his beard, feeling the lingering wetness there. Briefly, his eyes drift shut and he groans quietly. 

“How’s that feel?” you repeat his question back at him, teasing. 

Logan growls, grabs the back of your head, and desperately presses his lips to yours in answer. 

You moan softly into the kiss, holding his face in your hands as you lick into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue more than the whiskey now. 

Then you’re trailing your hands down his chest and pulling away only briefly to tug his white tank off before your fingers deftly begin to undo his belt. The metallic clink it makes, the sound of leather sliding against cotton as it comes off, only makes your pussy clench around nothing as you whine into his mouth. 

Your ardour makes Logan chuckle, breaking away from your lips in favour of kissing roughly down your neck. His hands now cup your jaw, allowing him to tilt your head back as his lips leave a trail of wet kisses across heated skin. You sigh as his beard tickles your neck. 

“So needy,” he mumbles into your skin. 

You groan and feel his smirk against the skin of your chest before he’s pulling your skirt and top off over your head and tossing them aside. 

Wanting hands find their way into his hair again when he pulls away from your skin momentarily. He enjoys having you completely naked in his lap while he’s still mostly clothed. You can tell from the way his nostrils flare when he drags in a deep breath, the way his tongue wets his mouth before he pulls you close and latches onto your nipple. 

He greedily licks and sucks and bites at one while palming the other in one large hand. 

“Logan,” you breathe his name like a prayer, pulling him closer with hands locked in his hair. 

His teeth graze your nipple, tugging it gently. Gasping in shock, your face twists up at the intense mix of pleasure-pain that swirls around in your gut. He releases your breast, breathing harshly over your now damp skin. 

Impatient and needy, you can’t help but squirm in his lap, rubbing yourself over his hardness. Surely, you’ll leave a damp patch on his clean slacks. The thought only spurs you on, movements becoming desperate. 

His cock twitches beneath you, tip probably an angry red and leaking sticky precum you selfishly wish to lick up. “Fuck, need to feel you, sweetheart.” 

The whine his proclamation elicits borders on pathetic, and in a rush you’re helping him tug his slacks down just enough that his cock can spring free. 

“So pretty,” you whisper, dragging your middle finger across prominent veins that run down his length, prompting him to twitch and hiss through his teeth.

Saliva begins to pool in your mouth, but you’re tugged back to Earth when Logan grabs your waist, ordering you to ‘turn around’. 

Body buzzing in anticipation, you allow him to manhandle you into the right position, savouring the feel of his hands manipulating your movements. 

“There ya go,” He praises, pulling your back flush against his chest. His hand sneaks up your chest. When it reaches your neck, he presses gently so your head falls against his shoulder. 

Your eyes meet as your chest heaves. 

“Open.” 

Eyes remaining on his, you part your lips. 

“Don’t swallow,” Logan instructs gruffly, brow quirked. He may as well have pointed a finger in your face, stern as he is. 

You nod quickly, and he leans forward slightly to spit thickly onto your tongue. It’s so obscene a tremor wracks through your body as heat spills into your gut. 

Hand below your chin, Logan closes your jaw for you, allowing his saliva to mix with your own before putting his hand in front of you, saying, “Spit.” 

You obey a little messily, some ending up dribbling down your chin. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he says, smearing the sticky mess over your already messy cunt. You whine, all high and breathy. Still slightly sensitive. 

Finally, he adjusts you, shoving you forward in his lap so he’s at the right angle to thrust into your wet heat. 

Tandem groans are released into the air the moment he fills you. A millisecond to adjust. To savour how deeply he fills you before his hands are at your waist to help guide your movements.

Using your own hands on his legs as leverage allows for slow, deep thrusts that make your body quake. Those first sweet drags of his cock against your slick walls are enough to make you shudder. 

Reaching a steady rhythm, you begin to pant, the exertion it takes to ride him like this tiring you out quickly. Though Logan is quick to help, supporting you with strong hands as he guides you up and down. Still, you’ve yet to lose your vigour. Entranced by the slow roll of your hips, the way his cock reaches the deepest parts of you in this position. His strong thighs bracketing your body. 

“That’s it…That’s it.” Logan grunts lowly, nearly delirious and wholly mesmerized by how your body takes all of him. How you stretch around him to accommodate his size. Hypnotized briefly as he hungrily watches the place where you connect. 

A gasp evolves into a moan as one of his hands leaves your waist in favour of seeking out the sensitive button at the top of your cunt. Clumsy fingers toy with your clit, slipping around messily. Flames lick at your nerve endings. On occasion he loses his place, unable to maintain a perfect rhythm from behind you, but just as quickly returns to circle the bud.  

Another hand moves to your belly, pulling your body backwards, his sweat-slick chest now pressed up against your back. You wish you could drag your nails down his broad chest, watch as he loses himself in the feeling. But the closeness this position allows is worth the sacrifice. 

Being nearly immobilized pressed up against him like this, giving him full control of your body, it feeds some deep desire. It’s the reason your head has gone a little fuzzy. He knows it too. He knows it when you let a whine slip past your lips. When you begin to grind back against him needily. 

“Feel good, baby?” he rasps. At the same time, he rubs his middle finger over your clit in time with a deliciously deep thrust. All you can do is throw your head back against his shoulder, another wanton moan clawing its way up your throat, directly into his ear. That’s all the answer he needs. 

Logan grunts in response. Pistoning hips setting a rhythm that is both intimate and punishing, making you dizzy. His closeness makes you dizzy. Those low grunts in your ear are enough to drop pearls of pleasure into the pit of your stomach. All of it contributing to the growing fog in your mind. 

You writhe against him, an arm wrapping around the back of his head, keeping him close with a hand buried in his hair. Your other hand remains locked onto his forearm as it flexes with each rub of your sensitive clit. 

Logan begins to grunt animalistically into your ear, unabashed about his desire for you. You feel it in the way his strong arms grip your body, ensuring your security. In the way he lets moans and grunts and groans rumble up from his chest, unafraid to let you hear what you do to him. 

His hands all over your body, the deep strokes of his cock that reach the deepest parts of you, his soft grunts in your ear–it all feeds the flames in your belly. 

“Fuck. S-so full,” you mewl, overwhelmed tears springing to your eyes. 

“I know, baby. I know,” he placates, tone edging on mockery. His voice sends shockwaves through your body. The sweet humiliation it brings presses into your skin like a brand, leaving it white-hot. 

More. You need more of him. 

Desperately, clumsily, you grind back into him enthusiastically, writhing in his grasp. The rhythm turns staccato and messy as a result. But it doesn’t matter. You just need more.

You whine, turning your head towards him and he gets the hint, meets you halfway and licks hotly into your mouth the moment your lips meet. Your hands twist in his hair. 

It’s messy and uncoordinated and your neck hurts twisted to kiss him like this. But then there’s the fiery taste of whiskey. And you. And him, his cigars. And the pain–it’s worth it. It’s necessary. 

When you break away, only a thin line of saliva connecting your mouths now, it’s to gasp. Your brows furrow, pleasure twisting your insides. 

You go cross-eyed trying to hold his gaze, and he grins. It’s a wolfish thing. A flash of his teeth, lips kissed red and puffy. The sight makes your pussy clench around him. 

A smile tugs at your own mouth, probably fucked out and hazy with pupils blown wide. It only grows when the hand gripping your waist skims over your hot skin. On its journey, he grabs at your tits, pinches your nipple. Every sensation now blends together, overwhelming you with pleasure.

His hand pauses at the base of your neck where it grazes over the stretched expanse of skin. 

A teasing squeeze. Once. Your brows knitting together. Twice. Your mouth dropping open. His grip not quite tight enough to cut off airflow and elicit that floaty feeling. But enough to make you whine low in your throat. You are at his mercy.

Eyes drifting shut, you cry out, feeling your climax building at the pit of your stomach. Breathy moans escape you with each rub of his finger over your sensitive bundle of nerves, edging on overstimulating. Each sharp thrust drives you closer to that edge, setting your body alight. 

“Y’gonna come, honey?” Logan pants, voice hoarse. 

These escapades exhaust him now. You’ve witnessed the way it sinks into his bones after. But there’s also the hint of a grin in his voice. Along with desperation. Desperation to feel you fall apart. An indication that the pleasure he provides, the pleasure he receives, is worth the exhaustion. It’s rewarding for him. 

Your answer is the most pathetic whine, high and wanton as overwhelmed tears blur your vision, threatening to spill over. “Uhuh.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, and you swear his fingers were made to make you come apart at the seams when he rubs over your clit like that. Like it gives him pleasure too.

“Yeah,” you say, breathless, barely moving over his cock as he pounds into you from below, his strong legs beginning to tremble. 

“Yeah,” Logan repeats. Mockery is thick on his tongue, a faux pout playing at his mouth. You lose it. 

Everything else falls away. Tingling heat spreads beneath your skin as you finally let go. Your body thrums with your release, the feel of his damp skin at your back, his hands on your body, how full of him you are. 

 Logan has little room to be cocky. Because the moment you begin to clench around him–cunt pulsing with each wave of your orgasm washing over you–he’s grunting curses into your shoulder, leaving bite marks on the tender flesh as his warm seed spurts into you. 

He shudders with his release. 

“Fuck,” he growls, grinding up into you, his grasp on your body tightening. 

In a flash, he removes his hand from your throat. And, distantly, past your post-coital fog, you hear the sound of metal unsheathing rapidly. You glance to your right.

Retracting claws reveal three deep holes pierced into the faux leather, showcasing thick wire springs and white stuffing. 

Blearily, you drag your hand down his arm, running over hair and slowly aging skin. Reaching his wrist, you bring his hand up to your mouth, cup it in both of yours. You smooth your thumb gently over the edges of his knuckles, watch for moments as the holes very slowly begin to close. 

You kiss his knuckles thrice. Once over each slowly healing wound. 

Eventually, the skin will mend. The wounds will be nonexistent. They will heal in time. But his body is exhausted. And every time the claws come out, the cracks in his skin take longer and longer to repair themselves. 

He collapses beneath you, rugged breaths pulled from tired lungs. 

Carefully, he slides out of you and you help him tuck himself back into his boxers. Press a kiss to his forehead. 

A whisper of, “Be right back.” against heated skin before leaving on unsteady legs to clean yourself up. His desire is a slow leak down your thighs now. 

If he were a younger man, still full of strength and agility, he’d have done this part for you. You know he wishes he could. Part of you wishes he could too. But you like to take care of him too. 

When you return, he’s still sunken into the couch, chest bare and sweaty. He accepts the glass of water you bring him, gulps it down thirstily. 

Cuddling up next to him now, you brush the sweat-damp hair back from his face. You’ll allow him to pull you close. You’ll hold each other, stroke the skin beneath his eyes tenderly. The fresh dark circles there. And he’ll press soft kisses against the lingering bite marks on your shoulder, whisper praise into your ear. 

When his honeyed eyes catch yours, you know he longs to spoil you. To scoop you up in his arms and take you to bed. 

But this takes a lot out of him now. It will be days–maybe more–before you’ll be able to do something like that again. 

So, you’ll take care of him. He’ll insist on having you underneath him. Begrudge the fact that the exhaustion will have yet to be leached from his bones. But acquiesce the moment your hands reach beneath his belt. 

♡*♡*♡

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[ravencincaide]

Try again tomorrow  

Summary:  You could feel it was going to be a low day for you even before you opened your eyes and all you wanted to do was disappear. OR when you need it the most Chuuya can and will be be the most gentle.  

Pairing: Depressed/struggling reader x bf! Chuuya Nakahara

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 24: Getting dressed 

Warnings: Mention of intimacy and rough sex-day after, cursing, depression/ having a low day. hurt/comfort and being taken care of.

You knew it was going to be a low day even before you opened your eyes.

The energy inside your body was as if sucked dry leaving behind a tired, shallow shell of your normally energetic, happy self laying helplessly in bed. Counting away seconds into minutes in a feeble attempt to just breathe. 

Your eyelids stung, as if someone was cutting onions beside you. Your throat felt sore, your mouth overly wet yet no matter how many times you swallowed, the heavy lump wouldn’t budge. If anything it just grew thicker, heavier to swallow past. Just like the weight on your chest; as if a clumsy baby elephant was balancing a gentle foot on your ribcage; alternating between just enough pressure so you would feel the magnificent animal's bone crushing weight, and yet not enough to actually break bones. 

You didn’t know if you would be able to get out of bed. 

It wasn’t a matter- a question- of wanting or not wanting to but rather whether you would find the energy to push yourself into a sitting position. To pull the warm blankets away from your body, drag your body to the shower to wash away the late night activities from every inch of your skin. Run your fingers through your hair as you detangle the mess and knots with the help of shampoo, conditioner and hair mask. Then dry it and style it. Find suitable clothes; professional enough that you would not look weird as they cover the red, black and blue hickeys and handprints all over your skin yet not restrictive enough so you would not be able to move about or fight. Then get yourself to your office and deal with whatever shitstorm that was happening. 

Fixing other people's problems, solving other people's mistakes. 

Only to get chewed out because you had to intervene in the first place; increasing the cost of the mission, decreasing team morale. Dropping an arm over your eyes, you felt the hot tears beginning to slide down your cheeks. Why did you even bother going to work if you were only going to end up being someone's scapegoat? Why bother with anything if you were just a miserable hindrance to everyone?

 Someone easily replaceable.

“Good morning babydoll, ready for some breakfast?” Chuuya’s voice broke through your thoughts; a soft purr hovering above the heap of blanket on the bed that was you. His fingers trailing out your form before beginning to pull back the covers. You let out a low whine- the dread of getting up increased. Then shut your eyes, refusing to acknowledge your lover or that it was time to get started on with this hellish day. 

“ Sweetheart?” Chuuya’s playful tone as if blown away,  replaced by concern as he rested a knee on the bed, his hand on your wrist trying to pull your arm away from your face. “ Hey hey hey what’s wrong? Are you in pain— of course you’re in pain damn it” he cursed as he saw your tears and the way you couldn’t face him. The black and blue of your body, his handprint in your neck. And yet it was the look of shame and guilt plastered all over your expression which broke something inside him. 

Another curse from him and you rolled onto your side, your arms dropping around your shoulders as you curled in on yourself. You just wanted things to go away for a change; just to sleep the hours, days, weeks away until it became a little bit easier to breathe. Today you didn’t want to struggle. Today you didn’t want to be responsible. Today you did not want to fix everything while smiling like an idiot. 

Chuuya moved closer, trying to get a better look at your face, to get a better grasp on what was causing you this much distress. At the same time taking note of every mark on your body, trying to assess in better light just how much he went overboard. His hand was now on your shoulder trying to shift you so you would face him. Doing it so very carefully as if his touch would break you. “Babydoll, I was too rough last night,hmm? You know I don’t mean that you’re a slut- right? Hey look at me please– ” 

“ Just leave me alone, ok Chuu?” you whispered, bringing the knees to your chest as another wave of suffocating tears washed over you. “ It's nothing you did, I’m just having a low day.”  

Chuuya clicked his tongue, trying to get you to face him again. “ C’mon Y/N don’t lie to me” he said in a strained voice “ You won’t even look at me right now; let me get you out of bed and something into you, then run a hot bath, it’ll help with soreness. You’d like that, right, my darlin?” 

You stayed quiet for a long time before finally shaking your head. You did not have the energy for that today. Any other day you would have screamed yes to the pampering, to soft kisses and sweet touches. But not today. 

You heard him sigh before he began tugging you with more strengths up into a sitting position. “ No to bath then, but you’re getting out of this bed, Sweets” 

Finally he managed to tug your body up into a sitting position, eyes scanning yours with puppy dog worry. But all you felt was a wave of frustration at being handled around like an inanimate object. Like something without desires or feeling; like nothing better than a doll; “Why don’t you just leave me the hell alone?!” You screamed as loud as you could. Your voice echoed around the room.

“ Because laying on dirty sheets, dehydrated and hungry ain’t gonna make you feel better” he said, his forehead pressed against yours. When you broke eye contact he pressed a kiss to your head, then another on your cheek “ If anything it will make the demons in that pretty little head of yours tear at you harder” 

You sighed heavily and closed your eyes. You knew he was right but also did not want to acknowledge it. “ I don’t have the energy for that” you mumbled quietly. Chuuya pressed another kiss to your forehead. 

“That’s why I’m here sweets, what kinda man would I be if I didn’t take care of my princess?” he chuckled slightly before his hands found our waist. “ C’mere baby,” he waited until you nodded slowly before he lifted you up into his arms, carrying you very much like a bride or-well- princess. Then he moved out of the bedroom, past the bathroom and towards the living room which also served as the entrance to the second floor balcony. You bit your lip as you took notice of that, feeling a wave of fear and humiliation at the mere thought of being brought outside in the condition that you were in. 

“ Sweetheart, no pressure. Five minutes, just five minutes hmm? Then if it still feels like a low day we crawl right back into bed, okay?” 

“ mm’naked Chuu” you whispered half heartedly, knowing you should be worried about modesty but not having the energy to make an active attempt to cover up. 

Chuuya chuckled a little, pressing you closer to his bare chest “ Well, sweets jeans counts as ‘not naked’” he joked hoping to draw a chuckle out of you; your usual playfulness. The way you’d slap his arm and say that you were talking about yourself, drawing him into your usual flirty banter. Instead you merely sighed, a tortured sound, before closing your eyes. Effectively giving up. 

In doing so you missed the frown gracing Chuuya’s lips. He thought you knew him better than that. Instead of picking a fight however he bit down his frustration, shifting you in his arms so he could grab his coat off the couch. He draped it over your body just before stepping out into the warm spring sun. 

The smell of fresh coffee, brewing tea and breakfast filled your senses. Not long after Chuuya sat down on the balcony couch before resting you in his lap, your bare back pressed tightly against his chest, while one arm kept a hold of you from the top, making sure his black coat kept you completely covered. Your face was facing the sun, its warm rays like kisses on your skin. A touch of hope amidst the darkened outlook on life. 

It made you feel warm and ready to cry all at once. 

“ Sweets?” Chuuya brought a cup of warm coffee to your lips; brewed on milk and cream and full of honey. You took a small sip, the liquid warm, and the honey soothing against your throat. Another clunk and the chill in your body began fading, the hunger you didn’t even notice settled down. The nausea going from overbearing to manageable. 

Still half a cup was all you managed before you leaned back against Chuuya’s chest more firmly and turned to face the sun. With eyes closed, you basked in it, doing your at best to ignore the now quieter demons. 

“ How do you feel? The day any more manageable?” Chuuya's voice was laced with concern. Still he made no move to hug or cuddle you more, just held you in his lap with his arm holding up his coat against your body. It was something you appreciated. 

“ Hmm barely” you answered honestly, not feeling the need to lie to him “ but we need to get ready for work- we’ll be very late if we stay out here longer and–” you cut yourself off, silently dreading the extended hounding 

“ Ehh then tomorrow it is.” Chuuya hummed while taking another sip of coffee. 

“ But work? And our bosses and–?” 

“ I’ll take care of it” his voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion. “ Now then, do you think you can handle a bath or shall we just go back to bed?” He waited until you finally nodded then added almost with a quiet afterthought that you wanted five more minutes outside in the sun. 

Chuuya grinned to himself, then finished your coffee in one clunk before resting his chin on your shoulder. His eyes closed, enjoying the warmth, enjoying being near you. “ Anything you want my sweets, you’ve earned a well deserved break; and anything else can wait until tomorrow” he hummed. 

Indeed, you agreed reluctantly, it seemed you’d give today a miss and try again tomorrow. 

Author note: Yes I know how to count, yes I know that the next prompt should be 18, BUT someone important to me could use the comfort sooo to hell with the order! Hope sweetheart this one brought a small smile to your lips <3 ©ravencincaide 2024. Do not copy/repost/translate or spread my work(s) without my explicit permission. If you see any of my work(s) reposted/copied anywhere else without my consent, please inform me!

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[embraceayurveda]

Ayurvedic Tips For Hair Growth and Remedies for Hair Fall

1. Ayurvedic Hair Oils:

Hair oils form the backbone of Ayurvedic hair care. Massaging your scalp and hair with specially formulated oils is an age-old remedy to promote hair growth and reduce hair fall.

Bhringraj Oil: Often called the "king of herbs" for hair, Bhringraj promotes hair growth and reduces premature graying.

Amla Oil: A powerhouse of vitamin C, Amla or Indian gooseberry strengthens hair follicles, offering a natural sheen to your mane.

Neem Oil: With its antifungal properties, Neem keeps scalp infections and dandruff at bay.

Remember, while these oils can be used individually, the best herbal hair oil for hair growth is often a concoction of multiple potent herbs, providing a comprehensive solution to hair health.

2. Herbal Decoctions:

Ayurveda also recommends washing hair with herbal decoctions to ensure hair growth and reduction of hair fall.

Ritha: A natural cleanser, Ritha removes dirt and oil without stripping the hair of its natural oils.

Shikakai: Known as the 'fruit for hair,' Shikakai nourishes hair follicles and promotes hair growth.

3. Dietary Recommendations:

What you eat directly affects your hair health. Ayurveda suggests:

Consume a balanced diet rich in green leafy vegetables, dairy products, and nuts.

Include herbs like Amla and Brahmi in your diet. These herbs are known to rejuvenate hair and enhance its growth.

4. Lifestyle Practices:

Ayurveda isn't just about external applications; it's about a holistic lifestyle.

Regular head massage: A daily or weekly massage with ayurvedic hair oil for hair growth can boost blood circulation, ensuring better nutrient supply to hair follicles.

Stress Management: Chronic stress can lead to hair fall. Practices like yoga, meditation, and deep breathing exercises can be beneficial.

5. Natural Hair Masks:

Ayurvedic hair masks using natural ingredients can deeply nourish the scalp and hair. One popular remedy is a mask made of Amla, yogurt, and honey. This mixture nourishes the hair, keeps it conditioned, and promotes growth.

Conclusion:

Hair fall can be distressing, but the treasures of Ayurveda provide hope and solutions. Whether you are reaching out for herbal hair oil for hair growth or trying a new Ayurvedic diet, these practices can pave the way for healthier, longer, and stronger hair. Remember, consistency is key. Just like any natural remedy, Ayurvedic practices may take time, but the results are well worth the wait.

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[tarjapearce]

About the Mamacore thing like--

Honestly UGH I wish I had hair that gorgeous and thick!

My hair only curls with the little baby curls around my ears and back of my neck, and they look like lil horns! (Unfortunately prone to falling out due to stress)

You guys are so lucky to have such beautiful hair! 😭

Oh Angel 🥹

You know? Something that worked for me and my mom too? Is this infusion:

-Cinammon

-Rosemary

You boil it and use it as a spray on your hair twice or thrice a week✨

Another thing that worked for me is blending a red onion, stuffing it in my shampoo and let it sit for 15 days.

The smell sure isn't pleasant, but it wears off once the hair is dry. Leaves it pretty, shiny and GROWS!

But if you aren't a believer of such things? You can use Rogaine (Commonly known as Minoxidil) My brother started to use it for his beard cause dude had a permanent baby face now he has a beard hehe.

[csuitebitches]

How I’m Looking After Myself (simple self care and beauty)

Hair

- High frequency on my roots on wash days (2x week), followed by onion serum meant for hair

- Homemade hair mask of egg + mayo for 15 mins before shampooing (dry hair) and applying Shikakai powder + water mixture to my roots

- Apparently air drying is bad for your hair, so I’m trying to use very little heat from the blow dryer instead

Face

- 1 clay mask/ the ordinary’s red serum mask (AHA+BHA) a week

- Morning routine: face wash, toner, vitamin C, eye cream, sunscreen and moisturiser

- Night routine: face wash, toner, hylaronic acid, eye cream, moisturiser

- Lymphatic drainage massage on mask days

- Occasionally using high frequency

- Waxing upper lip/ chin/ eyebrows myself once a week/ 15 days

- Black head removal twice a month (i steam my face while doing this)

- Minimal make up, even on work days to prevent clogged pores

Body

- a gentle body wash of mint and some other herbs

- A combo of body oil and moisturiser after shower

- Red nails and toes, always

- Waxing instead of shaving - especially down there to reduce growth, waxing lasts so much longer than shaving; I wax once in like 1.5 months

- Oil massages at my local masseuse once a month