Apr 4, 2025
Just two homies watching Netflix and chilling.🦔💙🖤🍿
Nothing out of the ordinary lol.
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Just two homies watching Netflix and chilling.🦔💙🖤🍿
Nothing out of the ordinary lol.
How They Cuddle (Part 5)
Nightmare
Wraps himself around you like a living nest. The room is pretty warm, and you’ll want plenty of blankets, cause he’s chilly to cuddle with.
No one can even see you under all the tentacles. It’s protection, comfort, and possessiveness all in one.
Dust
You go to bed alone and wake up with a heavy weight on top of you. Do not move. Do not speak. Do not breathe too hard, or he will wake up and decide that he’s no longer in an affectionate mood
If you turn on the tv and sit really still, he’ll pop in out of nowhere and flop on top of you
Horror
Skeleton mattress. He thinks it’s hilarious.
Scoops you up and carries you in one arm like a cat. If he needs both his hands he puts you on his shoulders (remember to duck for doorways)
Killer
Latches onto your upper body like a monkey. Koala bastard style cuddles.
The cats do not in fact sleep on the bed with you two. They’ve learned to stay out of Killer’s arm reach once bed time rolls around (they send you forth as their semi willing sacrifice)
Your face gets covered in DT tears, and he squeezes periodically but at least he’s happy?
Cross
Back to back. Just, pressing his shoulders to yours.
It helps him relax, knowing he has your back and you have his, even if it’s unlikely that an enemy going to burst into the room.
Will walk up from behind and hug you, especially if he’s in a bad mood.
wishing all tumblr timelines a very merry t4t lesbian cuddles gif
date idea: how many creampies can we make in one night
Sleepy streamy
--Warnings: none, let me know if I missed any!
—- Genre: lando x reader fluff, streaming
—- Request: none
—- Masterlist
Summery: Lando is streaming with max when his Portuguese girlfriend since childhood comes to cuddle.
——- The stream was already chaos.
Lando was back on Twitch, headset on, his laughter blending with Max Fewtrell’s voice through the speakers. It had been months since they last streamed together, and fans were practically flooding the chat with excitement. Messages were flying so fast Lando barely kept up—most of them were jokes, memes, or people just happy to see the boys back together.
“Bro, you’re terrible at this game,” Max was saying, trying not to laugh as Lando missed yet another shot.
“I’m just warming up,” Lando shot back, squinting at the screen like it would somehow help his aim.
Chat spammed things like:
“WARMING UP HE SAYS 😂”
“Classic Lando excuses.”
“Get Max to carry pls.”
They were in their element—bantering, joking, making the fans laugh.
But then, midway through Max roasting him, the sound of soft footsteps carried through Lando’s headset. He didn’t even need to look—he already knew.
His girlfriend.
She appeared at the edge of the frame, wearing one of Lando’s oversized hoodies that practically swallowed her. Her hair was a little messy, eyes heavy with sleep. She looked like she had fought her way out of bed just to find him.
“Oi, oi, oi,” Max immediately teased, spotting her shadow in the background. “We’ve got company.”
Chat exploded.
“IS THAT HER???”
“PORTUGUESE QUEEN ENTERS THE CHAT 🙌”
“she’s so real for wearing his hoodie.”
“we love a sleepy gf cameo.”
Lando glanced over his shoulder, already smiling softly. “Hi, amor,” he murmured, his tone instantly softer than the one he used with Max.
She just gave a little wave to Max on screen, then padded over to Lando without another word. Her body practically moved on instinct—straight into his lap, curling up sideways so she was facing him. One of her arms looped lazily around his waist, her cheek pressing against his chest.
“Bro…” Max said, pretending to gag. “This is NOT what the people signed up for.”
But chat begged to differ:
“NO THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT WE SIGNED UP FOR.”
“STOP THEY’RE SO CUTE I CAN’T.”
“childhood lovers to THIS??? my heart.”
Lando adjusted quickly, shifting his headset slightly so it didn’t press into her head. His hand automatically slid around her back, pulling her closer. It was unconscious, instinctive—like second nature at this point.
She tilted her head just enough to whisper something against his collarbone, soft Portuguese words slipping out in her sleep-heavy voice:
"Estou com sono, amor.”
Lando’s lips curved into a tiny grin, his chest warming at the sound. He whispered back just as softly, in Portuguese that was accented but clearly practiced:
“Então dorme aqui, minha princesa.”
Chat lost it.
“HE UNDERSTOOD HER??????”
“nahh he’s been STUDYING.”
“my bilingual king.”
“STOPPPP HE CALLED HER PRINCESS IN PORTUGUESE 😭😭😭”
Max laughed, shaking his head. “Oh my god. I can’t compete with that. You’ve officially ruined the stream. Everyone’s here for her now.”
"She’s not even awake,” Lando teased quietly, stroking his girlfriend’s hair as her breathing slowed, already drifting off. “You’ll survive, mate.”
“Barely,” Max muttered, but he was grinning too.
Lando kept playing, one hand still on the controller, the other absently rubbing circles on her back. Every so often, his eyes flicked down to her face, just to make sure she was comfortable.
At one point, Max started shouting when something wild happened in-game, but Lando immediately put a finger to his lips and whispered sharply, “Shhh, Max! Quiet. She’s sleeping.”
The way he said it—protective, gentle—made Max chuckle. “Mate, your whipped.”
Lando only smirked, glancing at the camera. “Happy, though.”
Chat melted.
“did he just say happy 😭”
“STOP I’M SOBBING HE LOVES HER SO MUCH.”
“this is the softest stream in history.”
“portuguese gf supremacy.”
By then, his girlfriend was fully asleep, curled around him like he was her safe place. And honestly? He didn’t mind playing like that. If anything, it felt more right than anything else.
The game, the stream, Max joking—it all faded into the background compared to the warmth of her weight against him, the comfort of having her there.
And fans knew it too. Clips were already circulating, captions like “Lando speaking Portuguese to his gf??” or “he told Max to be quiet bc she was sleeping omg.” flooding Twitter within minutes.
But for Lando, none of that mattered. He shifted slightly, kissed the top of her head, and whispered again—barely audible, but chat caught it anyway:
“Boa noite, amorzinho.”
Goodnight, my little love.
