#sunscreen Australia

[thelaborganics]

The Importance of Sunscreen in Australia: A Must-Have for Sun Safety

Australia is well-known for its breathtaking beaches, energetic outdoor culture, and, regrettably, intense sun. Australians understand the value of sun protection well because they have one of the highest incidences of skin cancer worldwide. Among the several sun safety precautions, sunscreen is by far the most important.

Why Sunscreen is Essential in Australia?

Even on overcast days, the Australian sun may be rather intense and possess high UV levels all year round. Because to its proximity to the equator, the nation experiences higher UV radiation levels than other regions of the world. This means that using sunscreen is vital all year round, not just in the summer.

Choosing the Right Sunscreen

Choosing a sunscreen with broad-spectrum protection is crucial when choosing a sunscreen in Australia. This implies that the sunscreen will offer protection against UVA and UVB radiation, which cause burning and skin aging, respectively. A sunscreen with at least SPF 30 is ideal, but for prolonged outdoor activity, SPF 50+ is advised.

Another important consideration is water resistance, particularly for people who like Australia's outdoor swimming pools and beaches. Even when swimming or perspiring, protection with water-resistant sunscreen is guaranteed. Furthermore, a lot of sunscreens made in Australia are designed to be reef-safe, which means they don't include dangerous ingredients like octinoxate and oxybenzone that can harm coral reefs. 

How to Apply Sunscreen Properly

If it's not applied correctly, even the greatest sunscreen won't save you from harm. Generally speaking, you should slather all exposed skin with sunscreen roughly 20 minutes before heading outside. Reapplication is equally crucial; it should be done every two hours, or more frequently if you perspire or swim.

Remember frequently overlooked areas such as the tops of your feet, the back of your neck, and your ears. You should also use a lip balm with SPF to shield your lips from the sun's rays.

Sunscreen and Daily Skincare

It's a wise decision to include sunscreen in your everyday skincare routine in Australia. Nowadays, a lot of face moisturizers have additional SPF, which makes it simpler to safeguard your skin every day without taking an additional step. 

Beyond Sunscreen: Comprehensive Sun Protection

Although sunscreen is an excellent defense against UV damage, it works best when combined with other sun protection precautions. You can further lower your risk of sunburn and long-term skin damage by donning protective clothing, sunglasses with UV protection, and a wide-brimmed hat. It's also advised to look for shade between 10 AM and 4 PM, which is when UV radiation is at its highest.

Conclusion: Sunscreen as a Lifesaver in Australia

Being sun-smart is a must for living in Australia. You may dramatically lower your risk of skin cancer and early aging by making wearing sunscreen a regular ritual. The greatest sunscreen is the one you'll use daily, so pick a product you like and develop the habit of protecting yourself from the sun.

Never undervalue the Australian sun, whether you're a resident or just visiting. Keep yourself safe and take advantage of everything this stunning nation has to offer without jeopardizing the health of your skin.

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summer phantasy: the album

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[mousemannation]

australian summer of tennis otherwise known as oh god oh please someone tell all these pasty europeans proper sun safety

[pynkhues]

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He is too beautiful, it's indecent. Rolin, I understand you.

After my last reply, I’m going to go full Aussie at this, and say he’s a slip, slop, slap kid, haha.

[annionebutme]

One thing I really love about Australia is how quickly the sun bleaches everything, but sometimes business neglect to account for this.

You'll have signs that are only a few years old that are already faded. Signs that are 10 years old that are bleached almost pure white.

It gives this perpetual feeling that that shop or that product or that event has been around literally forever. It gives you a sense that it was there in your childhood.

It's really fun with lgbt+ signs because it gives a feeling that you were always accepted, just for a moment.

[chaiaurchaandni]

[peachandpinwheel]

hello peeps with sensory issues living in sunny countries, especially Australia and Aotearoa NZ.

do you avoid using sunscreen because it sets off your sensory sensitivities? me too!

just wanted to PSA as we head into summer that many Korean beauty brands have sunscreen that you can't feel, barely smell, and that is SPF 50. I use Etude House Sunprise on my face and it has changed my life. my wife favours the Beauty of Joseon Matte Sun Stick, which is similarly unnoticeable. you can get them (in Australia at least) at k-beauty stores in person or online.

dermatologists do not rate moisturisers with SPF - you need a proper barrier. the ozone layer has been bad lately, and we are heading for a hot ass summer, so please be safe.

[insipid-drivel]

Please wear your damned sun screen. I'm echoing OP's calls for summer outdoor safety here, and hope they won't be offended if I expand a bit on who's even more vulnerable to UV radiation, how it works, and also give a general breakdown of what radiation even is, since younger folks these days haven't even heard of shit like Chernobyl or Three Mile Island, PA (aka: ALMOST FUCKING CHERNOBYL BUT ON THE EAST COAST OF THE US), and so don't really understand how dangerous many different kinds of radiation are.

I'm gonna start with a personal anecdote that is 100% true, and seriously bitch-slapped me into being way, way more careful about extreme heat and sun exposure.

I lived for over a year in Sydney, Australia. A lot of you younger users may not have been taught about this, but up until VERY recently, one of our biggest Climate Change concerns that was actively fucking up the environment was called The Hole In The Ozone Layer. We called it that, because that's what it fucking was. A gigantic hole caused by garbage polluting the air like propellants, methane, and other crap from aerosol cans of hairspray and air fresheners and when it was cool that Times Square had a motorized Marlboro Man billboard that actually smoked real smoke out of its mouth 24/7 for decades.

Our planet is protected from our sun's radiation courtesy of multiple invisible layers in our sky: Ozone (an inorganic gas created by the UV rays from the sun colliding with electricity in our atmosphere's ions), Atmosphere, Stratosphere, and Ionosphere. The Atmosphere, Stratosphere, and Ionosphere are the big "OOOF" moments you see in movies featuring space flight take off from Earth or a similar planet. Those 3 layers alone are so protective to our planet that it's the reason it's so hard to travel to and from space safely: a space ship or rocket has to be able to stand up to the same levels of abuse as a meteor that doesn't break apart. THAT is how much protection our planet provides us from the vacuum of space and the barrages of radiation that come from the sun, as well as our natural magnetic field, AND THE OZONE LAYER. If even one of those layers fails somehow? Earth automatically becomes only hospitable to extremophile microorganisms like water bears, because the giant hole in the ozone layer alone going away literally causes you to feel the sun's radiation burning you alive.

This is where my stint in Sydney comes in. As some of my longer-term followers and mutuals may remember, I was part of a webcomic duo ("Two Kings" discontinued, "Galdranorn and the Fury" completed) where I wrote and my former partner did the painting and illustrating. I lived with him and his roommate for work and to support him while he struggled through getting approval for his gender-affirming HRT and surgeries. He never paid me a dime from what our supporters donated and subscribed for and spent it all on opioids (which he used me and our roommate to acquire, too) while banning me from writing with anyone but him. He sucked, but I still found things about Australia to both love, and fear.

The thing about Sydney is that... the hole in the Ozone Layer is still there. After several generations, we humans have done an amazing job of correcting our aerosol usage with regards to ozone, and over the past number of decades, the hole has been closing up again and "healing". The only major spot where large populations of humans live happens to be over Australia.

The sun hurts in Australia. I've been around the world in the Northern Hemisphere, but never once did I step out of the airport, into a beam of sunlight, and instantly recoil from pain. I honestly first thought a bug had stung me, but it was the fucking SUNLIGHT.

It was later explained to me that, due to the lack of ozone over Sydney, you are LEGALLY REQUIRED to wear sunscreen and a brimmed hat in summer if you go outside, even when it's cloudy and overcast, because the UV radiation in summer in Australia can be so intense that you will get sunburns on a cloudy day. Parents who refuse to properly sunscreen and dress their kids before letting them go out to play or go to school are brought up on child negligence charges and fined heavily.

That is how seriously they take UV radiation in Australia. Ozone is literally what makes our sky blue (along with refraction from the sun's rays off our oceans and seas), and is an inorganic molecule that's generated by the sun's UV radiation (or any UV radiation source) acting upon the electrical activity in the ions in our planet's atmosphere. While very, very tiny amounts of ozone in a limited space can kill most organic life, dense amounts of ozone higher up in our atmosphere literally forms a shield against the sun's UV rays contacting your face or bare buttcrack. You may have actually smelled ozone before if you've ever been in the vicinity of a lightning strike or thunderstorm; it smells chemical-y, and almost like chlorine.

While I lived in Sydney, my lily-white, Northern-Hemisphere-heralding ass would start to burn within minutes of going outside without sunscreen or protective clothing on. I could literally feel my skin cooking with every passing minute I spent in direct sunlight, and the radiation itself caused me to develop severe heat rashes that required medical attention. The UV rays and heat was so bad my joints would swell up to the point I couldn't bend my thumbs, and the pores on my hands and arms became blocked and infected from the sheer amount of sweating I was doing as I was being burned. I would only get better inside, in air conditioning, and soaking my hands and arms in cool water.

When I went to the doctor about my weird rashes and joint inflammation, she picked up on my distinct American accent, and had to explain to me that I was likely experiencing mild radiation burns. They weren't just burns from heat and friction. The sun was poisoning me. She gave me some medication to treat the burning and inflammation, and warned me to never, ever set foot outdoors without sunblock of at least SPF40 or protective clothing again. Especially because I have a lot of moles and beauty marks.

See, the shitty thing about cancer is that it's so lethal while being so infuriatingly, stupidly simple in its logic as a disease. One day, cells can just decide to make more cells. I was seriously taken aback when my doctor in Sydney pointed out my moles, which are legitimately everywhere (I literally have fully-formed constellations on my body; Orion's Belt is on my left forearm). Moles are already abnormal deposits of melanin and tissue, and so they can be especially vulnerable to going rogue and turning cancerous under UV radiation. Back then, when I thought of melanoma, I just imagined a person tanning enough that they woke up with a weird mole - not that an existing one could become dangerous under UV radiation.

Radiation in general is really terrible for organic life - not just humans. For us, when we're exposed to known cancer-causing radiation, our bodies respond to the presence of the radioactive energy and treat radiation like it's free calcium, and enthusiastically absorbs it into your body with no understanding that it is highly dangerous. Radiation most often accrues in bone first, and that's why it can take years sometimes for cancers to manifest, with blood, bone, and metabolic cancers being some of the most common. Modern medicine actually has a limit for how much radiation of any kind a human being can be exposed to within a year before they'll experience radiation poisoning and/or develop cancers, which is why doctors nowadays are so sparing and very "get everything looked at and tested for at once": Too many medical scans in a single year can give people cancers.

Now, think about that. How many times a year do you go in for an X-Ray? Maybe a few times in your entire life, if you're lucky?

Now imagine you willingly stepped into X-Rays on a daily basis, and when the imaging technician offers you a lead apron (lead being one of the very few elements that effectively insulates against radiation), you chose to take more clothing OFF. You're spending hours getting x-rayed. Your imaging techs are very confused, but they really, really want you to put the lead apron on.

Would you think someone behaving like that was being stupid and reckless with their health? Bathing in radiation for fun, every day, for hours?

That's what a lot of Australians think about Americans, and are not shy to tell you about that if you mention it.

That's you and sunscreen. The sun is the X-Ray machine, the UV is the radiation itself, and the sunscreen is your anti-cancer lotion, and your doctor handling your cancer is thinking like an Australian: "Why didn't you just wear the apron?"

Please wear sunscreen. As a 90's kid, I went through the Ozone Crisis, Y2K, Bill Clinton, and Woodstock 19motherfucking99 so you wouldn't have to. Let not mine kinfolks' sufferings have been in vain, O young ones.

Hello everybody with summer fast approaching here is your regular reminder that:

Everyone needs to wear sunscreen

SPF 50 is pretty much the best protection you can get, an SPF higher than that will have the same effect

Melanin does not protect you from skin cancer

Tanning is caused by exposure to ultraviolet radiation

Spending the majority of your life receiving regular large doses of UV radiation without any skin protection is a good way to get skin cancer

Don't use tanning beds, and don't go sun tanning

Wear your fucking sunscreen

[sleezydonny]

Understanding sunscreen and selecting the right protection for your skin is crucial, especially for individuals working outdoors. Sunscreen, available in various forms such as lotions, creams, and sprays, acts as a shield against the sun’s harmful ultraviolet (UV) radiation, preventing sunburn, premature aging, and reducing the risk of skin cancer. For those exposed to the sun’s rays during work hours, prioritizing safety and skin protection is paramount.

[maxcoombesblog]

Where are sunscreen blinds used?

Sunscreen blinds, the unsung heroes of window treatments, find their spotlight in various spaces, offering a perfect blend of style and functionality. Let's unravel the versatile locations where sun screen blinds take center stage, turning harsh sunlight into a manageable and aesthetically pleasing experience.

Living Rooms Illuminated: In the heart of your home, the living room, sun screen blinds play a starring role. They tame the sunlight, allowing just the right amount to filter through, creating a bright and inviting ambiance without the glare.

Bedrooms Embraced by Serenity: Bedrooms are sanctuaries, and sun screen blinds bring serenity. These blinds provide privacy while allowing a soft, diffused light to gently wake you up in the morning, ensuring a peaceful start to your day.

Kitchen Glare Tamed: The kitchen, often the hub of activity, benefits from the glare-fighting prowess of sun screen blinds. They let you cook up a storm without squinting, maintaining a well-lit space without compromising on comfort.

Home Offices Energized: Working from home? Sun screen blinds transform your home office into a productive haven. They filter sunlight, reducing glare on screens, and create a comfortable workspace where you can focus without the distraction of harsh light.

Dining Areas Basking in Ambiance: Sun screen blinds set the tone for dining areas, creating an ambiance that complements mealtime. They diffuse sunlight, adding a touch of warmth without the intrusion of glaring rays, enhancing the dining experience.

Bathrooms Balancing Light and Privacy: Bathrooms require a delicate balance of light and privacy. Sun screen blinds allow natural light to illuminate the space while safeguarding your privacy, creating a bright and refreshing atmosphere.

Commercial Spaces with a View: Sun screen blinds aren't limited to homes; they're stars in commercial spaces too. From offices to cafes, these blinds offer an unobstructed view while effectively managing sunlight, creating a comfortable and visually appealing environment.

Outdoor Spaces with Style: Sun screen blinds extend their influence to outdoor spaces. Whether it's a cozy balcony or a sun-soaked patio, these blinds provide shade, protection, and a touch of style, turning your outdoor haven into a comfortable retreat.

In the world of window treatments, sun screen blinds are the versatile performers that adapt to various settings. From living rooms to commercial spaces and outdoor retreats, they effortlessly combine practicality with aesthetic appeal, allowing you to enjoy the benefits of sunlight without compromising on comfort and style.

[lovingpiastri]

thinking 'bout balmy beach days with oscar

there's an underlying feeling that lives with in me, that oscar only takes a dip in the ocean when in australia. in any other country, he avoids it like the plague despite the waters being exceptionally safer.

you, on the other hand are paranoid of australian waters. the fear of an accidental sting from a blue bottle could send you into cardiac arrest. oscar calls you melodramatic, but doesn't mind at all carrying you through the water, as long as your feet do not touch the sand below.

the sun exposure isn't a joke either. your habit of forgetting to apply sunscreen has multiple times resulted in burns that you complain about for days. oscar, who always finds him on the receiving end on all the whining about your pain, is the one who now without fail softly massages it into your skin before you randomly embark into a beach nap.

on the rare occasion when oscar falls into a deep slumber, you collect a small array of seashells and place them onto his muscular back. a sight you've gotten more than used to in the months you've been together. shortly after you manage to forget about them, not without capturing a pinterest worthy photo. but when he awakes, the seashell tan lines are evident, yet you don't have the heart to tell him about it. though it's pretty in a way.

his borderline tanned back sugar coated with specks of sand, paired with minor sea shell tan lines.. it just all appeared so weirdly romantic. it was a sight for sore eyes, you adored it all too much, even flustering a little due to his toned muscular back. the same back that your nails knew all too well, allowing themselves to explore during your most intimate times.

woah! every nerve in your body was thumping up and down, desiring to force your eyes away from your boyfriend.. who was apparently sculpted by the greek god's themselves? oh and the sunlight was kissing his skin just right!

"love, are you sure you put enough sunscreen on your face.. it's going a bit red?" oscar's voice was just so sweetly caring, if digested it would probably rot your teeth beyond repair.

slowly you regain all sense of reality, planting your fingers gingerly onto your cheeks for any sensation of burning tingles.. but there was not a single bit of it anywhere. was your face tinted really that red from simply admiring your boyfriend? oh and the dryness infecting your tongue, that has to be from dehydration.. right?

"uhh.. yes i did!" you speak out, feeling irreparably parched. come on, seriously!?

as much as you try, your eyes cannot peel away for a second. it's grown beyond just oscar's broad back. the subtle happy trail peaking from below his trunks was enough to kill a victorian child. or you for the matter.

once you do look away, the image replays in your mind everlastingly. oh how you would just love to just follow that trail down to- HALT!

if those murderous blue bottles wouldn't take your life, then surely your boyfriend would instead.

[aussenskin]

Unlocking the Secret: What Makes the Best Sunscreen for Safe Skincare?

Welcome to Aussenskin, where we take pride in offering the best in safe skincare products. Among our premium selection is our organic Australian-made Vegan SPF50 sunscreen with added hyaluronic acid—a product that embodies our commitment to providing superior sun protection and nourishment for your skin. In this blog, we'll unveil the qualities that make a sunscreen the best choice for your safe skincare routine, helping you make an informed decision for your skin's health and well-being.

Broad-Spectrum Protection

The best sunscreen should offer broad-spectrum protection, shielding your skin from both UVA and UVB rays. UVA rays can lead to premature aging, while UVB rays are responsible for sunburn and skin cancer. Our Aussenskin SPF50 sunscreen is formulated to protect your skin from both types of harmful rays, ensuring comprehensive coverage and safe skincare.

High SPF Rating

Sun Protection Factor (SPF) measures a sunscreen's ability to block UVB rays. For optimal protection, choose a sunscreen with a high SPF rating, such as SPF50. Higher SPF ratings indicate stronger protection against sunburn, reducing the risk of skin damage and the early signs of aging caused by the sun.

Organic and Vegan Ingredients

Safety is a top priority in skincare, and the best sunscreen should contain organic and vegan ingredients. Organic ingredients ensure that no harmful chemicals or pesticides are present, reducing the risk of skin irritation and allergic reactions. Vegan products are also cruelty-free and environmentally friendly, aligning with responsible and ethical skincare choices.

Added Skincare Benefits

Beyond sun protection, the best sunscreen should go the extra mile to nourish and enhance your skin. Our Aussenskin sunscreen is enriched with hyaluronic acid—a powerful humectant that retains moisture, leaving your skin hydrated and plump. Hyaluronic acid also aids in maintaining your skin's natural barrier, promoting overall skin health and a radiant complexion.

Water-Resistant Formulation

Whether you're swimming, sweating, or engaging in outdoor activities, a water-resistant sunscreen ensures that you remain protected even during these situations. A quality water-resistant sunscreen will maintain its efficacy, reducing the need for frequent reapplication and giving you peace of mind throughout your day.

Non-Greasy and Lightweight Texture

The best sunscreen for safe skincare should have a non-greasy and lightweight texture. This ensures easy application and comfortable wear, without leaving your skin feeling sticky or heavy. Aussenskin sunscreen is designed to offer a smooth and lightweight finish, making it perfect for daily use under makeup or alone.

Dermatologically Tested

To guarantee the highest level of safety and effectiveness, the best sunscreen should undergo dermatological testing. This ensures that the product is suitable for various skin types, including sensitive skin, and has been proven to be non-irritating and non-comedogenic.

Choosing the best sunscreen is vital for safe and effective skincare. Our organic Australian-made Vegan SPF50 sunscreen with added hyaluronic acid embodies all the qualities necessary for optimal sun protection and skin nourishment. With broad-spectrum protection, high SPF rating, organic and vegan ingredients, and added skincare benefits, it's a product that exceeds expectations.

At Aussenskin, we believe in providing skincare solutions that prioritize your skin's health and well-being. Embrace the best sunscreen for safe skincare, and you'll enjoy the sun responsibly, knowing your skin is protected and cared for under the care of Aussenskin. Here's to a lifetime of safe and radiant skin!

www.aussenskin.com.au

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sunscreen- o.piastri

꩜ summary: oscar isn't jealous, but he's not not jealous either. you remind him why he has no reason to be

꩜ pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

Truly, Oscar didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. He knew how much you loved him, you told him and showed him every single day. He knew he loved you, and he knew you knew that. You were both introverted people so he’d never once had to worry about people dragging you away from him, that was even if you actually bothered attending whatever event you were meant to go to. 

So why did it bug him so much? His friends weren’t charismatic, they were regular Australian college students who stayed out in the sun and drank too much. He adorned them, don’t get me wrong, but they weren’t the best for deep intellectual conversation- apart from right now it seemed. 

Bringing you to Australia had been one of his dreams since you’d started going out. He wanted to show you Melbourne, show off his favourite hot chocolate spots, introduce his friends and family, and just enjoy the sun before the season started. You had wanted to go surfing, but didn’t know how. In comes Chris, one of his best mates since childhood, and his friend Jon. 

“Jon’s a surfing instructor!” Chris had cheered. “I’ll get him to teach her.”

You were already agreeing before Oscar could say that while he wasn’t a brilliant surfer, he could definitely teach you. 

He regretted not speaking up the second you pulled up to the beach. You’d been busy all morning with Hattie and Eddie, so he hadn’t seen you, but you rocked up in the skimpiest bikini he’d ever seen (it made him painfully hard, but he managed to ignore that), with a (his) hoodie and some shorts on and a bright smile

“Hey baby,” you’d smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck once you’d shed his your hoodie. You’d always been a bit more into the whole PDA thing than him, but it surely wasn’t bothering him today, considering the amount of people staring at you. “You all good?” 

His jaw had dropped. “You are so beautiful,” he’d smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight against his pale chest. “How was your morning?” he’d asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You had launched into a very long-winded explanation of your morning and how Hattie and Eddie kept you firmly on your toes, but just then, Jon came up with two boards in hand. He was built like a fucking linebacker with perfect blonde hair and brown eyes, and that common ‘surfer-guy style’ women seemed to love. Oscar gulped. 

“Is he usually this handsy?” Oscar questioned as he watched from the shoreline. Chris chuckled. 

“It’s no big deal,” he shrugged, then chuckled again when he noticed Oscar’s disappointed face. “It’s Y/n, she’s head over heels for you.”

“She literally just fell head over heels off her board for him,” he pointed out, his deadpanned voice eliciting more laughter from the rest of the group. 

“Sounding jealous, Piastri!” Owen, one of his boarding school mates whooped. 

Oscar scoffed and shrugged it off, trying to just enjoy the view of his very pretty girlfriend trying to surfboard. 

“Oscar! Did you see that!” you cheered, coming in from the water. “I did it! I stood up!” 

He wrapped his arms around you as you came in, a proud smile on his face. “Well done baby,” he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips as the group cheered behind the two of you. “Did so well,” he smirked and pressed a cheeky kiss to your neck, which you batted away. Though, you could tell the smiles and smirks didn’t really reach his eyes, and when you did look at his eyes, they were always looking at Jon. 

“How are you?” you asked, taking his hand and squeezing it, leading him back to the group on the beach. He was quiet, only offering a half-assed shrug. “You need more sunscreen?” you reminded him and he nodded. “Don’t want you to burn.” 

“You use sunscreen?” Jon chuckled. “Pussy,” he coughed jokingly, gaining laughs from some of the group. Oscar rolled his eyes as you stared in disbelief. 

“Dickhead,” you murmured under your breath. “Lie down on your stomach,” you instructed and lathered him in more sunscreen, being extra-thorough with his back muscles (mostly because you liked to stare at them) and moles. “Alright, flip over.” 

He did as you asked and completely unprovoked, you straddled him, gaining the attention of half the group, and more specifically, Jon. Oscar stuttered underneath you as you started to spread sunscreen across his body, enjoying yourself. You had a hot boyfriend, and he was more than ok with being touched like this in public, especially with Jon watching. he stuttered beneath you, slightly freaking out for a moment. The only thing between him fucking you right then and there was the fact that his friends were there, otherwise, he would've thrown caution to the wind and let you ride him until the sun set.

He placed his hands on your waist and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of your hands on him. At one point your hand even got a little low and he lightly tapped your ass as a warning, making you laugh. You could see the look of absolute envy on Jon's face and you smirked.

“All done,” you smiled and he opened his eyes and sat up, immediately kissing you, a bright smile on his face. 

“What are you playing at, pretty girl?” he whispered a smirk on his lips. You shrugged playfully. 

“Maybe I needed to remind you who I wore this bikini for,” you mused. “Just an idea though.” 

Yeah, Jon didn’t stick around much longer after that.

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[aeribbon]

PASSPORT IS NEEDED PT1

include; little moments of you and your boyfriend in melbourne, shanghai, suzuka and sakhir stops on the '25 calendar - headcanons series

starring; lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, alex albon, max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri and isack hadjar

warnings; english isn't my first language + not proofread yet

an; taking requests if you guys ever have an idea :) + likes and reblog are appreciated ;)

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MELBOURNE - AUSTRALIA

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

lewis wanted to teach you how to surf so bad but you're terrified at the idea of the ocean wildlife in australia. after hours of him gently coaxing you into the water, you finally give it a try—and end up doing pretty well thanks to the best teacher you could ever ask for. you end the day lying on the beach, tangled up in towels and saltwater kisses, the sound of waves and his laughter still in your ears.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

carlos abruptly stops on your evening walk when he sees a street band playing some spanish tune. without hesitation, he starts dancing and grabs your hand, pulling you in. a little embarrassed, you giggle as he twirls you around—and then you notice a crowd forming around you. that night, he won't stop humming the rhythm of the song until he fells asleep, arms wrapped around you like he’s still dancing in his dreams.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

alex insists on visiting a koala center for your date on his free day. you're a bit nervous when he tells you to hold one for a picture... but when the koala starts climbing on your head you start to freak out and alex just films you, laughing hysterically. you threaten him on the spot. later that day, he posts that video of you not thinking much of it... until the next morning when he finds his toothbrush replaced with a eucalyptus branch and all his bathroom stuff swapped for koala-themed items. your koala karma have stroke.

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max takes you to an amusement park he spotted the day before on his way to the track. he acts like he’s not really into these kinds of dates, “amusement parks are for kids,” he says. but he’s willing to go for you. you quickly understand the real reason on your first rollercoaster: he’s lowkey terrified. to tease him, you suggest riding an even bigger one which he seems a bit reluctant at first but when you ask him if he's scared he runs to the rollercoaster ride saying he's scared of nothing. this ends up in max screaming and holding (or should you say crushing) your hand the entire ride.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles lights up when he sees there’s a piano in your hotel room. one evening, he sits down and, as you expect something sweet and romantic, he suddenly breaks into the rickroll meme. playing it perfectly while staring straight at you with the most smug expression. you threaten to throw a pillow at him. he just laughs and plays it again but burst out in laughs when you actually throw the pillow.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

lando planned a whole day-date for you, he took to beautiful places throughout the day, ends it at the best seafood restaurant he could find. you never stopped smiling during the day calling this day ''the best date ever''. what you don't realize is him vlogging the day, sure you saw him taking pictures of you but not videos. until late that day when he sends you a file named ''made my fav person happy today''.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

oscar is your own local tour guide.taking you to all his favorite hidden spots and old food truck haunts. “Just need to check if they’re still good,” he says like this is serious research. you both eventually crash into a food coma in the middle of a park and end up laying down under a tree for a little hour, your head on his chest. you both don’t say much, you don’t need to. it’s one of those quiet moments you know you’ll remember forever.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

you guys spend a whole day at the beach , constantly reminding Isack to put on sunscreen or he’ll regret it. he brushed you off as he is to busy playing in the water. fast forward to the hotel that night, you found yourself rubbing aloe vera on the sunburns on his nose and back. trying not to laugh. “i told you so,” you say sweetly. he glares. as you kiss his cheek anyway.

SHANGHAI - CHINA

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

lewis insisted on scheduling you both a tai chi session with your hotel in a park surrounded by locals. he’s shockingly graceful and you, you're… doing your best. when you trip over your own foot mid-move, he catches you effortlessly and let out a small laugh at your clumsiness. later he takes you to a tea salon and whispers dumb jokes in your ear the entire time which made you spill your tea from laughing.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

carlos dragged you into the chaos of a night market. he’s got one mission: try every single street snack. you end up with sauce on your face and a boyfriend trying to haggle for matching panda hats. you say no but he buys them anyway in order to go full mode into tourists. he eventually falls asleep on your shoulder on the taxi ride back home.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

alex insisted on taking you to a calligraphy class in which you both suck. at one point during the activity, he looks at your paper and goes ''why does that character look like it’s crying?" you flick ink at him. he retaliates while bursting out of laugh. the instructor is horrified and tries to actually help you. later, he gives you a scroll he actually tried hard on, with your name written beautifully, and says, "don’t say I never give you nice handmade things".

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max decided that he wants to find some “rare” racing video game that was only released in asia years ago. you tagged along expecting to be a quick outing in shanghai. but instead he drags you through a maze of stalls stacked with wires, neon-lit keyboards. eventually, he finds a guy selling an old-school simulator and starts bargaining like it’s a hostage negotiation. after long minutes of negotiation max sees you're pretty annoyed at the time he's taking so quietly says ''help me get this game and you’re playing against me tonight.” you end up playing until 2an in the hotel. he lets you win once, just once.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles made you visit this tiny hidden museum under an apartment complex. you’re skeptical at first, but he’s got that “trust me, it’s cool” look in his eyes. inside, it’s walls and walls of vintage propaganda posters, loud colors, bold slogans, and intense history. he walks around quietly, reading every little plaque with way too much focus. you thought he’s being deep and thoughtful… until he turns to you, showing a poster of a very serious man pointing toward the horizon and whispers, “This is me telling you to stop buying overpriced matcha latte.”. you choke on air. now it’s a game: who can find the most dramatic poster and caption it with something ridiculous.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

you dared lando to eat the spiciest hotpot you could found in shanghai and he immediately accepted to do it not knowing the level of spices in china... two hours after dinner he's still agonizing from the spices and you feel a bit guilty, so you lead him through neon-lit streets and buy him boba. he gladly takes the boba from you but he's still pouting, annoyed with you for not telling him how spicy it would actually be.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

oscar found a quiet garden temple and brings you there “just for a peaceful moment.” you sit under cherry blossoms, enjoying the moment, sharing snacks and watching koi fishes swim lazily in a pond. you expect silence, maybe a deep convo. but he randomly turns to you and goes, “do you think koi fish believe in love?” you blink, surprised by his question. he grins, “cause i believe in us !”. you blush really hard and giggle of shyness.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

isack dragged you into a dumpling-making class. he thought it’d be romantic but instead, you started a war. you smears flour on his nose, he launches dough at your head. you throw a whole dumpling into his mouth to shut him up. he chokes and laughs simultaneously. you end up finishing the class all messed up but hey at least the dumplings were very good.

SUZUKA - JAPAN

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

it started with a midnight drive through the glowing streets of tokyo, just the two of you, neon lights blurring past, engine humming low, the city alive but quiet. lewis has a borrowed car, something fast and way too low to the ground. and that dangerous twinkle in his eye should have prepared you for what was coming. you end up somewhere on the edge of the city, empty backroads, slick pavement, and soft drizzle starting to fall. lewis grins, shifts gears, and then the tires scream against the asphalt. he drifts like he’s dancing with the car, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching over to rest on your thigh like it’s second nature. Your heart’s in your throat, the skyline glowing behind you, your name a soft curse on his lips between every corner. when he finally stops, the air is electric. you’re breathless, laughing, completely spun out.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

you find yourselves on a rooftop somewhere in shibuya after midnight. you weren’t supposed to be there, it was a “quick detour” after dinner. you’re both tipsy off laughter, your pockets full of vending machine cans neither of you can read. carlos leans against the edge, city lights sparkling in his eyes, you crack open a drink that tastes like carbonated peaches and hand it to him without asking. he pretends to hate it, then finishes it. he tosses his jacket over your shoulders when you shiver, then acts like he’s freezing just so you’ll lean into him. you end up slow dancing to music only you two can hear, your laughter echoing off into the night. carlos doesn’t ask for a kiss cause he doesn't have to.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

after watching 'lost in translation' a few months ago with you, Alex sweared he wouldn't leave japan without doing karaoke. somehow, he convinces you to duet “PONPONPON.” he sings with way too much emotion and you can't stop laughing. he grabs your hand, bows deeply, and says, “we could be j-pop idols”. surprised at his comment you jokingly answers that he wouldn't survive a day in this industry.

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max insisted on visiting the suzuka track on his off-day “just to walk it.” you thought he was serious and probably needed it for his strategy plan. until he challenges you to a race on foot. halfway through, as he's loosing to you, max tackles you into the grass. he ends up flat on his back, you lying on top of him, both breathless with laughter.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles prepared on a day trip to nara to feed the sacred deer as soon as he heard about this activity. it started off peacefully, soft sunshine, cherry blossoms drifting, deer politely bowing for crackers. you're both enchanted, having a really good time. but then he buys too many crackers. you watch in horror and amusement as a growing herd starts following him. within minutes, he’s full-on sprinting across the park, dropping crackers like peace offerings while the deer chase him like he’s part of a wildlife documentary gone wrong.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

it's 2:11 am and you’re both still buzzing from the blowing night adrenaline and sugar high. you're really tired but lando insists in stopping one last time. he pulls you into a 7/11 with an evil grin. he's got a mission for both of you: choose one snack, one drink, and one cursed item to surprise each other with. you end up with a random melon soda, seaweed chips, and pokémon-themed eye masks. he comes back with a matcha latte, mystery onigiri, and a packet of fake mustaches. 2:47am you’re sitting cross-legged on the bed, face mask on, laughing your heads off. he tries to take a selfie but ends up accidentally opening the front-facing cam while mid-bite of his rice ball, it becomes your new lock screen 3:07 am, you're both passed out diagonally on the bed, snack wrappers around you.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

you've been asking oscar for days to go to a cat café. he reluctantly agrees and here he is, trying to act cool but one tiny kitten climbs on his hoodie and he melts instantly. he won’t admit it but you catch him whispering to the kitten. when you tease him about it, he panics and tries to deny it—until the kitten curls in his lap and he just sighs, “fine. i'm in love, with the cat tho not you." you fake a gasp and laughs at him.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

isack asked you to got to an arcade for your last day in japan. he's having a really good time as he silently obliterates you in every game. you demand a rematch everytime. he pretends to think, then says, “I’ll let you win one… if you kiss me.” you smirk, “make it two.” he laughs at that but then you beat him in mario kart. he claims sabotage as you brag loudly.

SAKHIR - BAHRAIN

⋆˚꩜｡ lewis hamilton

lewis booked a private jeep tour for just the two of you, he says it’s for the “vibes,” but he 100% wanted to do donuts in the sand. you're laughing, gripping the roll bar, wind and sand in your hair while he yells “hold on!” like you’re in an action movie. eventually, he parks at the top of a dune as the sun sets over the horizon offering you one of the best sunset you've both ever seen. you're silent, appreciating the moment and stars starting to appear. you thought the chaos was over, until he pulls out a bluetooth speaker and invites you to slow dancing in the middle of the dunes.

⋆˚꩜｡ carlos sainz

you both get talked into sandboarding and it started off surprisingly well. carlos wipes out once and eats a full face of sand, and you coincidentally filmed it. he then steals your board in revenge as you have to sprint up a dune screaming threats. at some point, you both collapse in the sand, exhausted and sun-warmed, limbs tangled, laughing so hard you’re wheezing. he leans over you, hair full of sand, eyes golden in the light. "best fall of the day,” carlos grins, before kissing you with sand still stuck to his lip.

⋆˚꩜｡ alex albon

alex wanted to go through the manama souks on a mission for “something weird" since he set foot into bahrain. he barters so dramatically for a brass lamp, convinced it’s magical, then pretends it’s haunted for the rest of the day. every time something minor goes wrong? “that’s the lamp’s fault.” he says. you decided to buy matching scarves and spices at the souk but your boyfriend decided he wasn't done and he bought a falcon figurine. that night, he sets it on the bedside table like it’s protecting you both. the next morning you find the figurine wearing your sunglasses. alex is dead asleep and pretending to snore. he definitely did it !

⋆˚꩜｡ max verstappen

max took you to a beach lounge with low cushions and string lights for your last night out in bahrain. he orders fancy and traditional food for you but he also order a shisha intrigued by it. he take multiple drags out of it then immediately coughs dramatically after trying the shisha. you nearly fall off your seat laughing. he tries again, acts like it’s fine, then accidentally inhales too hard and gets dizzy. you have to feed him water and stop him from declaring his love in panic because "he might be dying." later, when the air’s warm and the chaos has passed, you rests you head in his lap while the ocean waves roll infront of you. he whispers, "i meant the love part, by the way" like it’s no big deal. but he’s blushing and so are you.

⋆˚꩜｡ charles leclerc

charles rented a dune buggy for the evening and immediately tries to drift over sand hills with you screaming beside him. after three "almost-flips" and one stuck tire, you finally get out and just sit on a dune, sweaty and laughing. "that was one of the craziest date i've ever been on" you say, he jokingly agrees and kisses you.

⋆˚꩜｡ lando norris

lando convinced you to sneak up to the hotel’s rooftop pool after hours. you’re both whispering, giggling, trying to be quiet, until he cannonballs in without warning and splashes water everywhere. you threaten him and he dares you back. you started a splash war. at some point, he lifts you up on his shoulders, nearly slips, and you both go under laughing. you end up floating side by side in the water, the city glowing below you. he brushes water from your eyelashes, and for a second he’s not teasing, just soft as he lean in to kiss you.

⋆˚꩜｡ oscar piastri

you persuaded oscar to go on a stargazing tour, even though he’s suspiciously silent the whole drive. turns out he was just insanely overwhelmed by how quiet the desert can be. you lay back on a blanket while he paces at first, arms crossed, looking at the stars like they’re threatening him. eventually, he lies down next to you. after a while, oscar softly points out a constellation. then another. you glance over, and he’s already looking at you like you’re the whole sky.

⋆˚꩜｡ isack hadjar

isack bought way too much food from the hotel buffet for your bonfire date night. you end up on a quiet stretch of beach with a not-to-loud speaker and marshmallows he definitely doesn’t know how to roast. he tells you it’s your turn to “do something romantic,” so you draw a heart in the sand and he trips over it like five minutes later. He fake cries and calls it fate. in the end, the fire dies down and you sit there under the stars, fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie. isack leans over and mumbles, “i hope we do dumb stuff like this forever.”

[mcrdvcks]

dress ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

chapter summary: You and Logan take a tropical vacation for the new year.

'there is an indentation in the shape of you only bought this dress so you could take it off you made your mark on me, golden tattoo'

word count: 2.9k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: this is inspired by this post from @yxtkiwiyxt. i saw it and couldn't get it out of my head (also because i'm ovulating, and also because hugh in australia makes me weak!!!)

anyways, happy new year, and i hope y'all like this!

warnings/tags: you and logan are married, fluff, pet names, smut, porn with little to no plot, slight exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), fingering, handjob, unprotected piv, creampie

If someone would’ve asked you if Logan knew how to swim, you would’ve floundered. Because the truth was you weren’t sure if your husband could actually swim or not.

But since you and Logan have been on the beach for the past few days for the new year you learned the he, in fact, can swim.

And looked quite good while doing it.

So, while Logan swam in the waves, after you put sunscreen on him even after he protested saying “I heal, ‘member?”, you sunbathed with a large sunhat and sunglasses and your tiny bikini.

As you lounged on your towel, soaking up the warmth of the sun, you occasionally glanced up from behind your sunglasses to watch Logan in the water. He was all broad shoulders and toned muscles, cutting through the waves like he was born to it.

When he caught you staring, he smirked and shouted, “Enjoyin’ the view?”

You tilted your sunglasses down just enough to meet his gaze. “Absolutely. Keep showing off.”

Logan chuckled, shaking water out of his hair like a dog, and waded back toward you. “Don’t get too comfortable. You’re comin’ in.”

“No, I’m not,” you said, leaning back and adjusting your sunhat. “This is prime relaxation time.”

He crouched beside you, droplets of water rolling off him and landing on your skin, making you squeal. “C’mon, darlin’. You can’t come to the beach and not get in the water.”

You reached for a towel and swatted at him. “I can and I will. Some of us don’t heal instantly if we scrape against a rock.”

Logan’s grin widened. “You’re no fun.”

“And you’re dripping all over me,” you shot back, laughing as he deliberately shook his head again to spray you. “Logan!”

He plopped down on the sand beside you, his smirk unrepentant. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“You’re such a child,” you teased, throwing the towel at his chest.

He caught it easily, using it to wipe his face before tossing it aside. “You love it.”

“Sometimes I wonder why,” you teased, knowing full well why.

Logan leaned back on his elbows, his eyes roaming over you with open appreciation. “Can’t say I hate this view either,” he said, his tone dipping into something softer.

Your face warmed, but you kept your cool. “Careful. You’re starting to sound sweet.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he said, but his expression stayed warm.

After a beat, he reached over and tugged on the brim of your sunhat. “Seriously though, you comin’ in or not?”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, smirking. “Maybe after I finish my nap.”

Logan rolled his eyes and stood, brushing sand off his legs. “Fine. But when I come back, you’re not gettin’ out of it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he jogged back toward the water, calling over his shoulder, “Better be ready!”

---

You walked out of the cabana the two of you rented while Logan stood at the patio, smoking his cigar waiting for you. He turned around and looked at your outfit before stubbing the cigar in the palm of his hand.

“Your wearin’ that out?”

“Yeah, why?” It was a simple outfit, nothing more than a bikini set with a matching mesh swim maxi skirt.

"Nothin’. Just gettin’ prepared to punch someone when he tries to get handsy," Logan said, his tone casual, but the look he gave you was anything but.

You raised an eyebrow, adjusting the strap of your bag. "Oh, so you’re on bodyguard duty now?"

"Always," he said, stepping closer to wrap an arm around your waist. "Can’t let anyone get ideas, princess."

You rolled your eyes but leaned into him anyway. "You’re ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you," Logan smirked, brushing a kiss to your temple. "Now, c’mon. You said somethin’ about pancakes?"

"Yeah, there’s a diner down the street," you said, trying to hide your smile. "I heard they have good coffee too."

"Better be, or we’re never comin’ back," Logan muttered, grabbing his wallet from the patio table.

As the two of you walked toward the diner, Logan kept his hand resting on the small of your back. The streets were quiet, the morning sun warming everything up nicely.

"So," you teased as you glanced at him, "are you gonna threaten the waiter too if he smiles at me?"

Logan’s lips twitched. "Depends. He got a death wish?"

You nudged him playfully with your shoulder. "Behave, Logan."

"I’ll try," he said, smirking. "But no promises, sweetheart."

When you reached the diner, the smell of coffee and bacon wafted through the air. A cheerful hostess greeted you with a bright smile. Logan’s eyes narrowed just a touch, but he didn’t say anything as you both followed her to a booth near the window.

The moment you slid into the seat, Logan leaned back in his chair and studied the menu. "What’re you gettin’?"

"Probably the blueberry pancakes," you said, scanning your own menu. "You?"

"Steak and eggs," he said without hesitation. "Always steak and eggs."

"Of course," you teased. "You ever get tired of being so predictable?"

"Nope," Logan said, setting the menu down. "You love it."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

The waitress came by to take your orders, and Logan couldn’t resist throwing in a gruff "make the coffee strong" with his request. You bit back a grin as the waitress nodded and walked away.

"You’re impossible," you said once she was out of earshot.

"And yet, here you are," Logan said, reaching across the table to take your hand. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, and for a moment, his expression softened. "Not that I’m complainin’, princess."

"Good," you said, lacing your fingers with his. "Because you’re stuck with me."

Logan smirked, his grip tightening just a little. "Wouldn’t have it any other way."

---

You finished tying off your bikini as you stepped outside onto the patio of your cabana. Logan had just reached the steps when he stopped at the bottom and looked up at you.

“Ya sure you want to go swimmin’? ‘Cause I can think of somethin’ better to do.”

You planted a hand on your hip, tilting your head at him. “A few days ago, you were practically begging me to get in the water.”

Logan’s grin widened as he took the stairs two at a time to meet you on the patio. His hands found your hips immediately, thumbs brushing the bare skin above your bikini bottoms. “Yeah, but now I got you here, lookin’ like that.”

You rolled your eyes, but your breath hitched when his fingers pressed just a little harder into your sides. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re irresistible, sweetheart.” His voice dipped low as he tugged you closer. “Don’t blame me for havin’ my priorities straight.”

“The water’s gonna be great,” you tried, but even you didn’t sound convinced.

Logan smirked. “So’s this.” His lips were on yours before you could argue, the kiss deep and insistent, his hands sliding to your lower back to press you against him. The heat of his body, combined with the sun warming your skin, had your pulse racing in seconds.

You broke away, barely catching your breath. “Logan…”

“Mhm?” His mouth was already trailing down your jaw, his scruff rough but deliciously familiar.

“We’re outside.”

“No one’s around,” he murmured, lips brushing the sensitive spot below your ear. “And I’ll stop if you tell me to.”

You didn’t tell him to stop.

Instead, you let out a shaky exhale as his hands slid lower, gripping your hips firmly before guiding you toward the lounge chair on the patio. Logan sat, pulling you to stand between his legs as his hands roamed, his touch searing.

“Gotta say,” he said, looking up at you with a wicked grin, “I’m likin’ this view.”

“You’re impossible,” you said, but your voice lacked any real protest.

Logan just smirked, his hands sliding up to the tie of your bikini top. “Let me prove how good impossible can be.”

Your knees nearly buckled when he leaned forward, his lips brushing the curve of your stomach. He untied the strings with a precision that made you wonder if he’d practiced on purpose, and before you knew it, your top was discarded on the chair beside him. His gaze darkened as he looked at you, the intensity in his eyes making your skin flush even hotter.

“Logan…” you started, but whatever you were about to say was swallowed by a gasp when he pulled you down onto his lap, his hands spreading over your thighs to hold you steady.

“Relax, princess,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. “I’ve got you.”

And he did. Logan always did.

Before you could think too much about it, his hands gripped your hips again, guiding you down to lie back on the lounge chair. He followed, lips trailing down your neck, your chest, lower and lower until you were arching beneath him, fingers curling into his hair.

“Logan…”

“What?” he murmured against your skin, his tone smug but affectionate. “Told ya this was a better idea.”

You couldn’t even argue, not when he was kissing his way down your stomach, his hands slipping beneath the waistband of your bikini bottoms. He tugged them down slowly, teasingly, and you swore he chuckled when you squirmed.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he said, the smirk evident in his voice.

“You’re the one who—oh,” your words cut off in a sharp intake of breath as his mouth found its mark, his tongue working magic that made your thoughts scatter completely. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he focused entirely on you, the roughness of his scruff contrasting perfectly with the soft heat of his tongue.

You bit down on your lip to muffle the sounds escaping you, but Logan wasn’t having it. He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening. “Don’t hold back, princess. Wanna hear you.”

Your breath hitched at the way he said it, at the sheer hunger in his voice. And when he went back to work, you didn’t bother trying to stay quiet anymore.

Logan growled his approval, the sound vibrating against your skin and sending shockwaves through your body. You clutched at the chair’s edges, your nails digging into the fabric as he pushed you higher and higher, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

By the time he finally came up for air, his grin was nothing short of predatory. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“Told ya, sweetheart,” he said, his voice rough but full of amusement. “Better than swimmin’.”

You glared at him half-heartedly, still trying to catch your breath. “You’re insufferable.” You put a finger in the waistband of his swim shorts, tugging him closer. “But you better finish what you’ve started.”

Logan’s grin turned wicked as he leaned in, kissing his way back up your body. Each press of his lips left a trail of heat, starting at your hip and moving slowly, deliberately, up your stomach, your ribs, and finally to the soft curve of your breast. He bit gently at your skin, just enough to make you gasp, before his tongue soothed the spot.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rumble, “I always finish what I start.”

His hands slid to your hips, gripping firmly as he repositioned you, tugging you up until you were sitting astride him. Logan’s swim shorts were gone in one swift motion, discarded carelessly onto the patio. He leaned back on the chair, pulling you with him until his broad chest was flush against your back. His hands roamed over your thighs, squeezing possessively before sliding upward.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice rough and full of want. “Perfect.”

You shifted slightly, adjusting yourself over him as his hands moved up to cup your breasts. He kneaded them gently, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, drawing a soft moan from you.

“That’s it,” Logan said, his lips brushing your ear. “Let me hear you, princess.”

You reached down, your fingers grazing his length, and he let out a low growl at the contact. Slowly, you wrapped your hand around him, stroking with a firm but teasing grip. His hips bucked slightly into your touch, and you couldn’t help the smug smile that spread across your face.

“Someone’s impatient,” you teased, your tone breathy but playful.

“Sweetheart,” Logan said, his voice strained, “if you keep that up, I’ll lose my damn mind.”

You laughed softly, leaning your head back against his shoulder as your hand moved in a steady rhythm. Logan’s hand slid lower, his fingers slipping between your legs to find your slick heat. He groaned, his lips pressing against your neck as he worked you open with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his fingers curling just right. “So ready for me.”

You whimpered, your hips grinding down against his hand as he pushed you closer to the edge. Your free hand reached back to grip his wrist, stopping him just as you felt yourself teetering.

“Logan,” you said, your voice shaky but firm. “I need you. Now.”

His breath hitched at your words, and he withdrew his fingers, letting you guide him. You positioned yourself, the anticipation making your whole body tremble, and then you slowly sank down onto him. The stretch was intoxicating, and the low growl Logan let out made your pulse race.

“That’s it,” he said, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “Atta girl.”

You took him inch by inch, your breath hitching as he filled you completely. Once you were settled, his hands slid up your sides, holding you steady as you adjusted to the feel of him. Logan’s lips found the curve of your shoulder, pressing kisses there as his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin above your hips.

"Sweet girl," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "So perfect."

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder. "You’re not so bad yourself, Lo."

Logan chuckled, the sound vibrating through your back. His hands moved to your thighs, gripping firmly as he guided your movements. "C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s see what you’ve got."

You rolled your hips experimentally, the sensation drawing a sharp inhale from both of you. Encouraged, you began to move in a steady rhythm, each roll of your hips earning a low growl of approval from Logan.

"That’s it," he said, his voice rough with need. "Just like that."

Your hands found his thighs, using them for leverage as you moved. "God, Logan," you breathed, your voice shaky. "You feel so good."

"You’re the one makin’ it good, princess," he said, his hands sliding back to your hips. He squeezed gently, helping you find a faster pace. "Look at you, takin’ me so well."

You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped you, the combination of his words and his touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Logan’s hands moved up, one sliding to rest on your stomach while the other cupped your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple.

"Logan," you gasped, your movements faltering slightly as the sensation overwhelmed you.

"I’ve got you," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. "Don’t stop now, sweetheart. Keep goin’."

You pushed yourself to keep moving, the friction and the heat building with every motion. Logan’s hand on your stomach slid lower, his fingers finding the spot where your bodies joined. He teased you there, his touch light but deliberate.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling. "Don’t stop, honey."

Logan’s breath hitched at the endearment, and his touch became firmer, more insistent. "Never, sweetheart. Wanna make you fall apart for me."

Your pace quickened, spurred on by his words and the sensations he was coaxing from you. The sound of your breathing mingled with his low groans, the air around you thick with heat and need. Logan’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he met your movements with thrusts of his own.

"So good," he muttered, his voice rough and broken. "You’re so damn good, princess."

"Logan," you said again, his name a breathless plea. "I—I’m close."

"I know," he said, his tone softening just a bit. "I’ve got you, sweet girl. Just let go for me."

With one final roll of your hips, you felt the tension snap, your release washing over you in waves. You cried out, your hands clutching at his thighs as your movements stilled. Logan’s hand on your stomach held you steady as he continued to move, chasing his own release. It didn’t take long; a low growl rumbled in his chest as he buried himself deep, his grip on you firm as he followed you over the edge.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound the soft crash of waves in the distance and your labored breathing. Logan’s hands slid up your sides, wrapping around your waist to hold you close.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice rough but gentle.

You nodded, leaning back against him. "Better than okay," you said, your voice soft but satisfied. "You’re unbelievable."

Logan chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Right back at ya, princess."

You stayed like that for a while, basking in the warmth of the sun and each other. Logan’s hands continued to roam lazily over your skin, his touch comforting and possessive. When he finally spoke again, his voice was tinged with amusement.

"Still think swimmin’ was the better idea?"

You laughed softly, turning your head to meet his gaze. "Not even close, Lo. Not even close."

[gracie-eilish]

hi, can i request a fluff one shot about reader and billie spending time together on tour (in australia maybe?) i was inspired by her recent ig story and really like the idea of doing fun activities together when she’s free from performing 🥺

on aussie time

warnings: none! just fluff

pairing: billie x reader

summary: you and billie spend her day off in sydney seeing the sights and having fun, and of course relaxing with each other :)

an: i couldn’t fit every iconic aussie billie moment into this fic im sorry😭😭 but i think it’s still cute hehe

two in one day?! gracie’s gone rogue today.

The morning air in Australia was already tinged with sunshine and salt by the time you rolled over and blinked into the soft cotton sheets of your hotel bed. Billie was still curled into you, a sleepy little tangle of limbs and messy hair, her cheek squished adorably against your shoulder. You could feel the slow rise and fall of her breathing, and you didn’t move—not yet. Today was rare. A day off. No rehearsals. No press. Just Billie, you, and a whole golden day stretched out ahead of you like a dream.

You ran your fingers gently through her hair, and she stirred with a low, contented hum. Then her eyes peeked open, bright and blue and heavy with sleep.

“Good morning, angel,” she whispered, her voice husky with rest.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Morning, love bug.”

She stretched like a cat, limbs extending across the bed, and let out a dramatic sigh. “I vote we spend today doing nothing… unless that nothing includes a beach, or lollies, and a whole lot of you.”

You pretended to think. “Hmm. I guess I could be convinced.”

🐚

The beach in Sydney was alive with energy when you arrived, a canvas of golden sand and turquoise waves. Billie wore one of her oversized tees over a bathing suit, big sunglasses perched on her nose, and a bucket hat that made her look like the most fashionable sun-shy cryptid you’d ever seen. She clutched your hand like it was an anchor, and you both kicked off your shoes as soon as you hit the sand.

Her bandmates were already there, and the rest of the crew had set up a chaotic little beach base: towels, sunscreen, snacks, and someone’s portable speaker playing an old-school playlist.

You and Billie made a beeline for the water, giggling as you danced away from the waves at first, before finally letting them crash over your feet. You shrieked when it touched you, and looked up at her with wide, delighted eyes. “It’s cold!”

She laughed. “It’s the ocean, baby. Not a bathtub.”

“Well, I demand a refund,” you said solemnly, before she launched a splash at you with both hands.

You chased her through the shallow waves, both of you shrieking and laughing, until you collapsed into the water together, soaked and breathless. Billie pulled you into her arms, her hand reaching for yours automatically.

“This is the best day off ever,” she said, looking up at the bright blue sky.

“It’s only just started,” you replied, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze.

🍬

Later, you all piled into a couple of cars and drove into town, heading straight for the famous lolly shop Billie had been talking about since you landed in Australia. As soon as you stepped inside, it was like walking into Willy Wonka’s brain. The walls were lined with jars of colorful sweets, and the air smelled like sugar and childhood. Billie gasped dramatically and turned to you with wide, mock-serious eyes.

���I think we should live here now.”

You giggled, already reaching for a little scoop to fill a paper bag with rainbow gummies. One of the shop attendants came over, clearly recognizing Billie since she had requested to have some time in the shop just her and us. “Would you guys like to try making your own custom lolly batch today? We’re just setting up a demo.”

Billie’s face lit up like it was Christmas morning. “Shut. Up. YES.”

You were soon ushered into a little glass-walled section of the store where the candy-making magic happened. You all donned aprons and plastic gloves, and Billie was already giggling as she attempted to tie her apron strings and failed.

“Help me, my hands are sticky already,” she whined dramatically.

You moved behind her, tying it for her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “There. Ready for sugar warfare.”

The candy chef showed you both how to work with the warm, stretchy sugar, and Billie tried to twirl it into the start of a spiral but accidentally flung a bit onto her own arm. You both burst into laughter, and you tried to wipe it off, only to stick your glove to her sleeve.

“This is a trap,” you said, grinning.

You ended up designing a lolly that was swirled in some of her favorite colors—black, green, and this dreamy lavender she said reminded her of the sky during her favorite dream. Billie on the other hand had designed an adorable koala. Wholesome right? Wrong.

At one point one of the girls had gone to the other side of the glass to record Billie rolling out her lollys… and in true Billie fashion she bit her lip and you could practically hear “Pony” by Ginuwine playing as she seductively rolled out her candy; the room dissolved into side splitting giggles watching her.

Once Magic Mike over there had calmed down, you all painstakingly pulled and twisted and cut the mixture into bite-sized pieces.

When you finally tasted one of the finished lollies, Billie popped hers in and gasped. “Okay wait… this is kinda fire.”

“You’re a candy genius,” you said, offering her another.

She took it with a silly little bow, her eyes soft and glowing. “Only with my muse by my side.”

🌙

By evening, after the sugar crash and sun warmth had finally settled into your bones, you both decided to skip the party some of the crew was heading to and stay in. The balcony of your hotel room was spacious and quiet, the waves rolling gently in the background like a lullaby. A big cushioned loveseat faced the ocean, and Billie was already curled up in it, barefoot, legs tucked under her, in one of your hoodies that she’d stolen.

You stepped out with two mugs of tea, handing her one and settling beside her. She snuggled up instantly, her head on your shoulder, her fingers tracing slow patterns over your thigh. The moon hung low over the sea, casting a silver path across the water. The sky was deep indigo, peppered with stars, and the only sound was the ocean and the occasional sleepy birdcall.

“I love this,” Billie murmured into your collarbone. “All of it. But especially you.”

You kissed the top of her head. “You have me. Always.”

She was quiet for a moment, her hand slipping into yours.

“I know I’m always running around, doing stuff, flying everywhere,” she whispered. “But days like this—where I don’t have to be ‘Billie Eilish’ and I can just be your girlfriend on the beach in a bucket hat… those are the ones that keep me going.”

You turned to her, brushing her hair back so you could look into her eyes. “I love you exactly as you are. Whether you’re playing sold-out arenas or making a mess in a candy shop.”

She laughed softly, eyes shining. You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, just holding each other while the ocean whispered in the distance. The scent of salt air and the warmth of tea and Billie’s steady heartbeat wrapped around you like a blanket.

And in that moment—peaceful, wrapped up in each other, the sky yawning open above you—you both knew that this day, this love, this softness… was the kind of thing you’d remember forever.