#f.i.l.f.

[franks-unholy-confessional]

Let’s have some positive affirmations~

-I am open to receiving all the good that The Universe™️ has to offer me-

[shopdoamor]

F.I.L.F Cap 6 - mi madrastra em chupa la polla

[gatasvips]

F.I.L.F Cap 6 - mi madrastra em chupa la polla

[ninagal-game]

F.I.L.F.

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[abyssalhuntersnerd]

F.I.L.F The first F stands for Fish.

ANON PLEASE-

Me too I agree but ANON YOU BEAUTIFUL SOUL- You deserve a prize. Holy hell.

[vintagebiker43]

A PARLARE DELLE MILF... CI SONO ANCHE I F.I.L.F.! Il F.i.l.f. Romagnolo In questi tempi internetici e di social network si sta riscontrando nelle umane grandicelle un tenore di zucca gialla nel sangue che supera costantemente il livello di guardia: roba da mettergli il bromuro nello yogurt probiotico e fargli usare la camomilla al posto della Saugella. Ste impestate si sono addirittura evolute e internazionalizzate: la nostrana e ruspante “tardona panterata da densing” è ora diventata “cougar”; la birichina “mammina assatanata ma discreta” è diventata “m.i.l.f.” (non fate i santarelli, sapete cosa significa...) Una certa evoluzione si riscontra anche nei maschietti: oggi parleremo del “babbus belòm” meglio noto come “f.i.l.f. romagnolo”. Il “f.i.l.f. romagnolo” come la fenice, nasce per magia dalle ceneri di un “homo sposatus”, che un giorno viene infulminato dallo sguardo di una fata di passaggio(una Fata Gnocca, per la precisione) Da quel magico momento l”homo sposatus” lascia la sua dorata gabbia di consuetudini e di certezze e comincia la sua metamorfosi. Il suo universo fatto di divani, di vistosi fuorigioco, di tagliatelle riscaldate e di accoppiamenti al sabato sera per decreto matrimoniale, implode e dalle sue ceneri nasce un ancestrale grido di vendetta: “Da domani, palestra!”. La camiciona a quadri antistupro da boscaiolo viene buttata e al suo posto arriva un lupetto nero, la bicicletta sgangherata viene sostituita da un mostro all-terrain a due ruote con cui si potrebbe scalare anche l'Everest in terza, dall'ultimo dei cassetti tira fuori una consunta “scheda allenamento” e la attacca al muro al posto del diploma da ragioniere, la moglie Meris viene colpita da un colpo apoplettico e medita di chiamare l'esorcista quando sente il suo pacificamente imbelle Verther declamare: ”Basta stare come dei cocali ad aspettare il niente davanti a Sanremo: domani sera iniziamo il corso di merengue!” Tempo tre mesi il leone marino spiaggiato diventa un ruggente leone palestrato con l'occhio spermatozoico: Verther è diventato un “f.i.l.f. romagnolo”. Verther comincia a portare a scuola i bambini vestito come un concorrente di Amici e col sorriso a trecentosessanta denti dà da dire a tutte: prof, mammine, bidelle, persino alle nonne sprint. Poi vende la Skoda famigliare e si prende una cinquecento cabrio rossa “tanto in quattro ci si sta lo stesso”, costringendo la famiglia a dimagrire per complessivi cinquanta chili; infine arriva l'estate e si mette a giocare a beach tennis con dei manzetti ventenni rischiando ripetutamente l'infarto. Diventa splendido e ciacarone e qualche occhiatina femminile comincia a prendersela per davvero, fino che la Debora con l'acca, nota Fata Putena quasi pentita ora madre di tre figli, gli dice: “Ascolta Verther, mi accompagni a casa dopo la palestra domani sera che ho la macchina dal meccanico?” Verther è fedele ed ama la famiglia ma dentro di lui sente un ribollimento inarrestabile, un gran armescolo nei boxer e una voce demoniaca che gli ripete il mantra: “a useal dur, uns rasona!”. Così si prepara ad andare in palestra tutto figo, farcito di testosterone e ripieno di zucca gialla, mentre sta per uscire a far danni, rincasa la Meris con una notiziona: “Poveretto Valter, te lo ricordi? Ha fatto un cornino alla Chiara e hanno divorziato.. Oh, lei si è presa tutto! Persinenta la macchina e la moto: ti ricordi che aveva il Ducati? Adesso va in giro col ciao...Oh, scusa, ma te hai fretta! Dai, vai in palestra: per dopo ti lascio due tagliatelle!”, Verther: ”Pensavo di andarci, ma mi sa che ad fura c'è un gran freddo... Poi stasera c'è quark: copertina, un birrino per me e una tisanina per la mia Fata Spôsa: e chi ci ammazza!” Così come è nato, all'improvviso: il “f.i.l.f. romagnolo” all'improvviso svanisce e ritorna l'“homo sposatus”.

Roberto Casadei  · Riccione, Emilia-Romagna ·

[rockzone]

Gig Guide: 17 - 23 Jul 2019

Wednesday, July 17, Mushroomhead at Gorilla, Manchester. From Cleveland, Ohio, combining metal, rock and atmospheric elements. Comparisons to Pantera, Faith No More and Pink Floyd. Friday, July 19, F.I.L.F. at The Spinning Top Bar, Stockport. Described as four rotting corpses and a pot-bellied pig, with an evening of political incorrectness and classic musicianship. Saturday, July 20, 80s Smash Hits On The Pitch at Stockport RUFC, Stockport. Featuring Toyah Willcox, Martin Kemp, Odyssey, Hazel Dean, Tight Fit, Sonia, Kelly Wilde, Wiggy (from Hitman And Her), Funky Town, Hassle & more. Saturday, July 20, Bursters at Club Academy, Manchester. Korean rock quintet with a heavy and emotional sound. Sunday, July 21, Kyla Brox at The Crystal Ballroom, Glossop. Winner of the UK Blues Challenge 2018 and daughter of cult blues figure, Victor Brox. Monday, July 22, Naked Giants at YES, Manchester. Famed in Seattle for their energetic live shows, now members of Car Seat Headrest’s newly expanded 7-piece live band.

* To avoid disappointment, you are advised to check with the venue before travelling to any of the Gigs mentioned above.

* Alan Ovington’s Rock Zone Podcast is available at www.wearetameside.co.uk/podcasts/the-rock-zone

[franks-unholy-confessional]

i want to suck on franks fingers so bad please im dying to. literally anything with his fingers i love his hands so much put them in me on me hurt me with them squeeze me i dont give a FUUUUUCK

Anon I so thoroughly agree with this sentiment.

In general I’m such a hand person, and physical affection is so far up my alley.

But thinking about Frank’s fingers will quite literally be one of the main reasons for my admittance into hell. The thought of him working me up torturously slow, fucking wrecking me before we even really get started? His fingers would feel so thick and perfect, he could for sure just get me off over and over with them alone.

Imagine Frank just bending you over the bed and getting his mouth on you only to replace it with his fingers, stretching you out and filling you up. Getting you so far gone just on his fingers that the only thing you can manage is to whimper and gasp, shaking like a leaf after each orgasm. The absolute filth that’d be pouring out of his mouth. Telling you how fucking hot it is to watch his fingers disappearing into you, how good you are at fucking yourself on his fingers, what a desperate whore for him you are that you’ll come just from them working inside you.

I fucking love his goddamn hands.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

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[franks-unholy-confessional]

this isnt even that unholy but god. usually im alllll for the kinky shit but the things i would give for just sweet loving married sex with frank rn ugh i know that man is capable of being ssososo sweet and passionate

Very much same Anon.

Like not even grand gesture romantic anniversary sex, but that sex on a Thursday evening that starts after the dishes are done and put away. The doors are locked for the night and you’re in bed reading when Frank comes into the bedroom and kisses your temple before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

That sex on a Thursday evening where Frank takes your book and places the receipt back in it to hold your place before setting it on your nightstand. Guiding you to lay down as he moves to press against you, kissing you slow and sweet. Building up to gasping moans and whispered names. Frank sinking into you or riding you or visa versa. Not going fast and hard because it’s been a fucking day. Instead, rocking against each other, Frank panting into your neck telling you exactly how much he loves you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, moaning low and pulling him closer, turning him to kiss you. Coming hard and feeling him come against or in you.

The soft whispered i love you’s and the tired bickering of who’s gonna get a washcloth.

Finally falling asleep curled into each other.

Yeah. Yeah, that sounds really nice.

-ChronicArsonist🔥

[franks-unholy-confessional]

I FOUND A GIF OF FRANK SMOKING AND OMG HE COULD PUT THAT OUT ANYWHERE ON ME, BRAND ME AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO THANK HIM

So, I know we shouldn’t glamorize smoking and all that happy healthy horseshit. But Christ if Frank doesn’t look hot doing it.

I think it’s the visual of it.

Something in his mouth. Lips wrapped around it. The suction of taking a drag. His fingers. Holding it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue against the filter every now and then to steady it.

I definitely don’t have an oral fixation. Not at all.

—ChronicArsonist

[franks-unholy-confessional]

i need him to be rough with me… like.. i need him to put me in my place while we fuck! grab my face, slap me around, punish me if i’m being bratty.. the possibilities are endless really

Anon. Can you please get out of my head because I feel very exposed right now. Either that or we’re both just kinky whores, because fucking Christ I am very much here for this. This is a thought I have very often.

In my head, there’s a TPE (total power exchange) dynamic to whatever degree the mood strikes. Frank being in charge of everything. Frank being in charge of when I get off, if I get off. Maybe that strikes your fancy too, I don’t know.

Whatever you did, it was wholly unacceptable. Seeing Frank’s features darken, knowing you fucked up. Taking your wrist, grip on the perfect side of too tight, and pulling you into the bedroom and pushing you down on your knees. Telling you to explain exactly what you did and why it was unacceptable. What punishment do you deserve? Whatever he deems fit. Telling you that he’s going to fuck your mouth since you like to run it so much, three, maybe five slaps.

Would it really be a punishment though? Your jaw aching from being forced wide, your scalp tender from his grip being so tight, cheeks red hot from the sting of his palm hitting just right.

Frank telling you how good you took your punishment, how good you were for him, making him tell you again why you needed to be punished. Then picking you up and settling you so gently on the bed that the contrast makes your head spin.

Fucking you slow, and so fucking deep that if the punishment didn’t put tears in your eyes this certainly did. The absolute look of adoration on his face as he pushes you even closer to coming than you were before. Neither of you lasting long, both coming so fucking hard you can barely breathe.

I think the aftercare would be the best fucking part. Laying in each others arms sweaty and fucked out until you both can form coherent thoughts. All cuddled up hearing how good you are, how much he loves you, eating little snacks and sharing a bottle of juice between you. Falling asleep with your head against his chest while he reads your favorite book.

Is it just me? No? Yes?

-ChronicArsonist

[franks-unholy-confessional]

fucking him with a strap-on too. i should have thought of this one

Fuck yes, Anon.

Almost fucking dying when he tells you that he wants you to fuck him for the first time together. Going shopping and him telling you exactly which dildo he wants. Almost fucking in the car because despite the innocence of just shopping for the strap et al has you both so fucking ready.

But then having him all stretched out and comfortable on your bed, one knee bent and fallen out to the side, all fucking exposed. He’d be watching you get the strap situated, one arm behind his head propping it up to watch you slip your end into you and nestled right against your clit, stroking himself lazily while you feed his end through the strap and tightening it around your waist and thighs.

What if he was already so open for you already because you were fingering him in the shower? Or he fingered himself, making you watch but not touch, not even yourself. Regardless, you couldn’t help but sink your fingers into him just to watch his face scrunch up in pleasure. Watching him fuck himself on your fingers until he’s begging for it. For you to just fuck him already.

Sinking into Frank and his back arching with the stretch, letting out the most fucking desperate whorish moan. God he’d be gorgeous. He’d already be so wrecked for you. His scream when you click the button of the remote, not realizing that you’d gotten the vibrating version of the dildo he’d picked out.

He’d be a sweaty whimpering mess just begging to come, begging you to fuck him though it. Begging you to fuck him till you come, even if he finishes first.

Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Anon, yes please.

-ChronicArsonist

[franks-unholy-confessional]

this man is so dykey I fucking can’t !! need him to call me a good boy and fuck me so hard I can’t fucking think of walking… especially with his pretty fingers ?? his gorgeous hands ?? YEA

Anon, imagine this asshole bending you over whatever surface is closest and just holding you down and fucking you. Because I am.

Maybe it’s after a long day of you being a little fucking shit, teasing him, wearing what you know drives him up a wall, being handsy (innocently), and he’s just had enough.

Grabs a handful of your hair with one of those pretty hands and pushes you over the kitchen table as soon as you two walk through the front door. Telling you just how much of a fucking tease and an absolute whore you’ve been all day. Dropping to his knees to get his head between your legs, licking and fingering you open till your thighs are shaking.

Coming back up to lean over you and telling you he’s going to make sure you know exactly who you belong to before slamming into you and fucking you so hard you can’t even fucking form a coherent thought.

Pulling your head back by your hair to whisper how much he loves his good boy when he feels you come around him and his broken moans vibrating through his chest pressed against your back and washing over your ear as he comes inside of you.

Holding you there and fucking watching his come drip out of you and down your shaking thighs

“Such a good boy”

Jesus fuck if I’m not so 100% here for that.

-ChronicArsonist

[franks-unholy-confessional]

who else thinking rllyyyy hard about frank iero thigh riding

Oh, on the regular anon. On. The. Regular.

Imagine being out with Frank and he's spent the entire night winding you up, teasing touches, filthy whispers in your ear. Then pulling you away somewhere private, sitting down and pulling you in to straddle his thick gorgeous thigh. Telling you if you want to come so bad, then to get off on his thigh. Feeling him tense up for you with every delicious grind against him. A hand on your lower back, pressing you close to him. The other tangled in your hair pulling your head to the side to kiss along your neck and whisper more filth in your ear. Kissing the breath out of you when you finally come all over his pants or dirtying up yours for him.

Christ, anon. I definitely think much too hard about this.

These thighs cause dangerous thoughts

-ChronicArsonist

[franks-unholy-confessional]

ChronicArsonist’s Confession of the Night:

I cannot stop thinking about what Frank’s mouth would feel like on me.

Imagining getting a collar and leash on him. God he’d look so fucking pretty with some nice quality leather around that neck of his. Having him on his knees going down on me. Giving the leash a good yank and feeling him moan against me. Maybe it’s a slip chain collar and the tighter I pull the higher his moans get. Maybe it’s me sitting on his face, thighs pinning his head and he has to choose between breathing and eating me out. Maybe it’s me riding him and getting my hand on his pretty throat. Squeezing just right at the sides making his vision swim and mind go fuzzy. His gasp as I relent and it all goes rushing back to him. Doing it again and again until i finally tell him he can come and he fills me all up.

Fuck

-ChronicArsonist