#Team F

[atomic-freezer]

Auspex of All Under Heaven, Apostle of the Ever Burning Tower, Disciple of the Smiling God

Feat. @therenobee

(alt under cut)

[heccogecco]

The Sun is Beautiful.

[arsenic-kneecaps]

Team F for FAMILY DINNER

[bustersgear]

Finally started diving into team f's pov in balloonsmp and oh my god why am I crying at minecraft rp. Days 30 and 31 are a fucking punch to the gut

[ch703-c4rt00nst4r]

Team F

[golbiis]

tf2 has taken over my life. scout is me fr and i cannot stop drawing him. this is just the digital stuff 😭

[exiledsummer]

this is the thunderbolts* dynamic to me

[ari-orangebox-collection]

He loves his son trust

[lopata-four]

Greens 20 years later 💚

AU where they all survived.

[saintaviator]

ok I know tf2 now

[troublemakergalaxy]

get you a girl who can go from this

to this

in ONE comic alone!!!

[js-dragonart]

✨"Sheep. Even Better."✨

Damn Otto for being such a buzzkill. Aegon just wanted to give the sheep back (and maybe pet them).

[prophicc]

5 sons of rhaenyra targaryen

[arsenic-kneecaps]

Howdy! Ars/Raine here, I’ve been cooking up a Team F Supercut for the past two months. And well, it’s gonna be a long video to say the least. Currently I am nearly at Day Ten and we’re sitting at around thirteen hours long. So since this is such a big beefer project I have been thinking about making a credits sequence at the end with fan art! We are still quite far from the end, but in the meantime if you would like to submit a piece of fan art to be used in the Supercut please reach out to me on Discord (ArsenicKneecaps) or here on Tumblr!

So far it’s been great working on this project, I love the community surrounding BSMP and I would love to make sure that the community is included in some way! Thank you for your interest in this project and feel free to ask me any questions!

[irlplasticlamb]

mom, am i still young? can i dream for a few months more?

prints + merch + comm info pinned to profile :)

[landosgfr]

you’re still in your race suit and i’m already grinding on you - LN4

content: 18+, dry humping in a hotel room, post-race adrenaline, established relationship, soft dom!lando, messy kisses, fully clothed but nasty

The door slams shut behind you, and you barely make it five steps into the hotel room before he’s on you.

Or maybe you’re on him — you don’t even know who grabbed who first, only that his fireproofs are still on, half-zipped, and he’s breathing hard like the race never ended. His curls are damp with sweat, his skin flushed, adrenaline still buzzing under his fingertips as they grip your waist like he needs to feel you to stay grounded.

“I fucking missed you,” he mutters into your mouth, already kissing you like he’s starved.

“You saw me literally thirty minutes ago.”

“And I missed you the whole time.”

You giggle, breath hitching when he backs you toward the bed. His hands never leave your body — slipping under your shirt, down the back of your jeans, squeezing your ass like he needs you closer.

And then you’re falling onto the bed, tangled together, lips swollen, breaths shallow.

“You’re still in your suit,” you whisper, rolling your hips against his. “God, that’s so hot.”

“Yeah?” he grins, cocky and flushed. “You're turned on by my sweaty little outfit?”

“You’re hard.”

“Because you’re on me, babe.”

You hum, grinding down again — slower this time. Deliberate. His head drops to your shoulder with a deep groan as you roll your hips against him, the friction making both of you tremble.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Keep going.”

You do. Rocking in his lap, your clothed pussy dragging against the bulge in his suit, your jeans just thin enough to let it all feel too good. Every movement makes you dizzy — the pressure, the pace, the way his hands slide up under your top to cup your tits like they’re his.

And they are.

“You’re soaked,” he groans, mouth pressed against your neck. “I can feel you through your jeans. You’re fucking soaked for me, baby.”

“Lando—”

“I got you,” he whispers, gripping your hips tighter. “Just keep going. Fuck, you feel so good. Ride me, yeah? Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Your moan is high and needy, and he kisses you like he’s trying to swallow the sound.

Everything’s messy — your clothes, your rhythm, your breathing. He’s twitching under you, grinding back up like he’s chasing his own release right along with yours, mouth barely able to form words now.

“Gonna come like this,” you pant. “Lando, I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Yeah?” His voice is low and filthy and full of love. “All over me, fully dressed? That’s my girl. That’s it, sweetheart.”

Your body shakes as the wave crashes, your hips still moving as you gasp his name like a prayer, like a confession. And he holds you through it, kissing your face, your jaw, your chest over your shirt like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.

He doesn’t even care that he came in his boxers. Just flips the two of you over onto the bed, breathing hard, lips brushing your forehead.

“I love race day,” he whispers, still catching his breath.

You laugh, head on his chest, heartbeat syncing with his. “Same.”

landosgfr ✦