#butt sweat and fears

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[yahoo201027]

Screencaps for the upcoming episode of Bob's Burgers, "Butt Sweat and Fears", premieres Sunday, May 19 at 9:30pm EDT/8:30pm CDT on FOX.

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[laz-kay]

They’re in their bestie era I’m screaming😭

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NEW EP SPOILERS(?)

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AGGGGHHHHH SEDATE ME

[movies-tv-more]

BOB'S BURGERS season 14 finale "Butt Sweat and Fears" airs tonight at 9:30pm on FOX

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[dreamboundedstar]

Butt Sweat and Fears Spoilers

So happy Zeke was in "Butt Sweat and Fears"! A very minor moment that doesn't mean that much in the grand scheme of the episode, but I was happy when Zeke went to Tina to ask her if she saw him dancing. I look forward to reading too much into it and believing that Zeke wanted Tina's attention. XD

(Also Tina was really sweet this episode and was rewarded in a sweet way. Good for her. :3)

[tomselleck-ian]

when jimmy jr asked tina if she had any soup i said “dumb little idiot, i love him” out loud

[br1ghtestlight]

season 14 was SUCH a good season for jimmy jr. short as it might've been every single episode that he was in did his character justice and went soo fucking hard. Actually season 13 was really good for jimmy jr too with the april fools yogurt date and so you stink you can dance. THE WRITERS LOVE HIM thank god <3

[eroticfriendfictions]

We got tinimmy head-on-shoulder action!!!

[yahoo201027]

TINA IS DETERMINED TO GET SOME UPPER BUTT ACTION ON AN ALL-NEW EPISODE OF BOB’S BURGERS SUNDAY, MAY 19, ON FOX

Tina is determined to get some upper butt action at Chelsea’s party, but in her attempts to dry off her nervous butt sweat, her skirt ends up stuck in the dryer. Meanwhile, Teddy tries to get in on the family’s competition of building objects from the basement trash on the all-new “Butt Sweat and Fears” episode of Bob’s Burgers airing Sunday, May 19 (9:30-10:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (BOB-1312) (TV-PG D, L)

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also anyone who tries to claim that this WASN'T a tinimmy episode just doesn't understand them like i do

[giftedpink]

Why is going on a date always sso scary

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

So in The Pro Art says something like “letting you go back to your husband every day isn’t going to be easy is it” - in your mind would he eventually try and convince the reader to leave her marriage for him or would he just kinda accept that she’s not his and keep it as a relationship of infidelity?

the pro

Notes: Got a long-winded answer for you, nonnie.

Warnings: Infidelity; married Reader; coach Art Donaldson

"You could leave him, you know."

It's murmured against your hip. You don't look at him for a few moments; you don't move, and for a few beats, you don't even breathe. It's not the first time he's said it to you, but it catches you off-guard every time.

The first time, he said it right in front of your husband.

The fact that Art had become a near-permanent fixture on your husband's party lists was a blessing and a curse. It was always tantalizing to have him around, but it was also torture. You didn't allow yourself to be drawn away or followed as Art had that first night together. The two of you had agreed after the fact that it had been a reckless act, and that there was too high a risk of getting caught when the house was full of people.

It didn't stop you from fooling around at the house after lessons. It was still reckless, but you'd won the favor and trust of the house staff. They steered clear when Art came to see you, and turned a blind eye if they happened to see him going up or down the stairs.

You came to know every inch of Art's body as well as you knew your own—every scar, freckle, slope—all of it. You learned the taste of salt by lapping a bead of sweat off of the swell of his Adam's apple. You memorized the way a blush spread across his cheeks when you took his cock into your mouth, and the flutter of his lashes as he struggled to against his pleasure to watch—because he liked to watch. You held the memories of his touch, his kiss, his embrace when you went on business trips with your husband, and savored the scant phone calls that you managed to take and make with Art when you were away.

It was enough to get by, and enough to sate you through those parties when he was so painfully close—especially when you were subject to Art palling around with your husband. It was worse still when you'd become the butt of your husband's jokes, though these days, it was about how focused you were on your tennis.

You could see the tightness in Art's expression, the growing cracks in his patience as you forced a smile through tease after tease. But Art had widened his own smile and barbed his words:

"Careful. She could leave you any time she wanted."

You were stunned, and you knew that you weren't covering it well. But your husband hadn't taken it seriously in the slightest. His laughter had covered your shock as he clarified:

"For tennis?"

Art's eyes held your steadily as he lifted his glass to his lips.

"Sure," He agreed after a sip. "For tennis."

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The next time Art mentioned it, you chalked it up to the heat of the moment.

Art wasn't always mouthy during sex, but sometimes, he seemed unable to stop himself. You had been away from one another for nearly three weeks—no practice or meetings, nothing but a handful of phone calls and a string of texts a mile long.

When you'd returned from your trip, you'd had to wait another week before you'd been able to sneak away and go to his place. You'd hardly been a step inside the door before he was on you. You didn't make it past the front hall before he'd had your tennis skirt shoved up, your panties pulled aside as he drove into you. His body was flush against yours, his hands grasping your hips in a way that you feared would bruise.

"Never letting you out of my sight again," He groaned, "I want you to leave him."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life as one of his harder thrusts made the table beneath you rattle, sending a stack of mail sliding to the floor.

But that had been months ago, and he hadn't brought it up since.

As you finally draw in a deep breath now, you force yourself to focus on his ceiling, your fingers tenderly combing over his scalp. You feel him shift against you, his chin resting on your belly.

"...D'you hear me?" He finally presses, and you sigh, knowing that you can't hold off any longer.

"It's not that easy."

"Sure it is."

"No, it isn't."

"You're making it difficult."

"Art."

"You could pack up your shit and walk out tomorrow."

"In theory, sure."

"And in practice. What the hell's stopping you?" Art pushes himself to get a better look at you.

"Besides the fact that I'd be broke?"

"I'll take care of you."

"...You already took care of me," You tease, letting your eyes lower between his legs, a teasing smile on your lips. But when you meet Art's gaze again, your find his expression hardened with annoyance.

"I mean it."

You roll your eyes, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and pushing yourself up.

"I don't have time for this."

"For what? A question?"

"It's not a real question, Art. You're being facetious," You insist, snatching your bra and underwear from where they've been tossed.

"I've never been more serious in my life—Hey, hang on a second," He pleads, taking hold of your arm. You go still, fingers flexing in the fabric of your clothing. Why does he have to do this now? The two of you are meant to be cuddling in your afterglow, not bickering like this.

"I am tired of sneaking around," Art presses closer, the heat of his body beginning to break down the icy wall that you're desperately trying to build up around yourself. "I hate seeing you fake smiles at those stupid parties, and I am sick of not waking up with you."

You squeeze your eyes shut as you force your upset down.

"Art."

"I'm tired of pretending that I don't think about you all the time—"

"Art, don't—"

"And I am tired of pretending that I don't love you."

It takes all of your strength to stay standing. You just manage to shake him off, lowering yourself to sit on the edge of the bed again as you try to keep your cool.

"Why would you say something like that?" You breathe. You feel Art's hands smooth over your knees and thighs as he kneels in front of you.

"Because I can't lie to myself anymore," He murmurs. "And I don't want to lie to you about it, either."

"Sometimes a lie can be a good thing." You scrub your hand across your face, trying to settle yourself. When you lower it, you find Art looking crestfallen. You shake your head, cupping his cheeks.

"I don't mean that," You insist. "I'm sorry."

"Tell me you don't feel it, too."

Sometimes a lie can be a good thing. But you know that if you manage it, you'll break this beautiful boy.

"You know that I do."

You watch Art's shoulders relax before he surges up for a kiss. You whine softly as he eases you back onto the bed, rolling his hips. You shiver as you feel his cock twitching and hardening against your thigh.

"You'll leave him?" He mumbles against your lips.

"Yes."

"Soon?"

"Yes."

"Promise me."

"I swear, Art."

"I love you."

You tip your head back, cupping his face and sweeping your thumbs across the swell of his cheekbones.

"I love you, too."

[dreamboundedstar]

(Butt Sweat and Fears Spoilers) Oh No! Looks Like Henry and Susmita Are Going through a Rough Patch! D:

Susmita and Will is something I definitely didn't see coming. Hopefully they're just there for bg space filler and the Hemita ship isn't really in danger. XD I just thought it was interesting and I wanted to share it.