it’s such a crime that the confessional is back the moment I become property :(( anyways this man’s fucking hands plsssss sir plsssss I need him knuckle deep so bad

- dyke anon :3

Oh dyke anon i’m so sorry that it wasn’t Frank’s property that you’ve become.

Now that’s a thought. Just being his, and christ two hand/finger anons in a row?? I just know he’d be fucking great with his hands too. Musicians know a thing or two about hand dexterity, just saying.

Having his gorgeous fucking fingers in you?? God anywhere really. He’s one person that I wouldn’t mind shoving his fingers into my mouth while he fucked me. Fucking Christ Anon yeah that’s a great thought.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

Forgive me father for I have sinned *record scratch*

Anyway, I read this fic recently where Frank was fingering someone and they turned around and asked him which fingers he was using because they wanted to think about it later.

This has permanently affected my sexuality (can't look at people with finger tats the same honestly) and wished to share.

Love, C 💖

I absolve you of your sins in the name of the unholy confessional—

Oh god, Franks fucking fingers. Fucking Franks fingers. Franks fingers fucking. Yeah all of the above.

You know what, i’m an absolute whore for tattoos and finger/hand tattoos and then for Frank to have them just fucking. I would not be okay if it were me in that situation. Like it would be a pavlovian reaction to see his fingers and know which had been in me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

I was trying to do homework but my brain was just entirely filled with franks's ass and I got nothing done

Welcome to the club anon.

Because that’s me. I have a finals presentation tomorrow and Frank’s ass?? Front and fucking center. Y’know i was about to actually write up a confession?? Two birds one stone.

Thinking about marking his pretty ass up. Getting either my hands or mouth (or maybe a paddle) on it? Listening to him whine and whimper with all the attention. Fingering him, fucking him, eating him out? All of it. Decidedly fucking all of the above. I want to fucking wreck him and hear every gorgeous noise I could possible pull out of him. Just keep going and going and going until he can’t even fucking think. Just have him begging and moaning and writhing? Christ.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

I just can't stop thinking about frank getting whiny and sweaty and begging, the prettiest little noises that he'd make.

Oh fuck.

On top of the noises he’d make, getting him to the point of MAKING those noises. Jesus fucking Christ. Definitely think about that one much too often. This is one of the reasons i would just love to edge the ever loving fuck out of him. Fucking wreck him, get his thighs shaking, begging to come. His voice would get pitchy, god just hearing him whimper and moan. And how his tattoos would look even fucking better with a sheen of sweat over his entire body from trying so hard to be a good boy and not come. Have him fucking writhing and so fucking gone that he can barely string a sentence together. Christ.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

frank celebrating your birthday by fucking you so bad, and you’re horribly overstimulated and just a moaning mess, but after hes so sweet to you, and is like “happy birthdayy” in a soft voice and gives the best aftercare and is kinda sorry🫠 its my birthday muahaha

Happy late fucking birthday anon!

See maybe you wake up early because he’s under the blankets, head between your thighs. His fucking perfect mouth taking you apart. He’d get you off quick and dirty this time, crawling back up your body to kiss you good morning. Feeling his stupid self satisfied smile against your lips. Gasping when he pushes his fingers into you, teasingly slow. You’d still be sensitive from coming less than five minutes ago while he works you through the over sensitivity and into another orgasm just from his fingers. Begging him to fuck you but Jesus Christ needing him to stop pulling him closer, deeper, when he pushes into you. It’d be altogether too much and fuck it all if you didn’t want more. Tears falling when you come yet again, Frank not missing a beat, fucking into you harder. You wouldn’t even have the words to beg for him to stop, not that you’d truly want him to. You’d be practically sobbing as you came a final time with Frank following shortly after. Just listening to him pant into your neck, kissing his way up to your cheeks. He’d take your face in his hands and wipe away the drying tears and kiss your nose, smiling softly before giving you tired smile and a “Happy Birthday, Baby.”

~ChronicArsonist🔥

frank tits...

that's the confession

Anon, I am so here for your confession. Please enjoy a current DILF-era Frank chest featuring his recent tiger blastover.

Also, anon, I see your confession, and I raise you this thought - FRANK WITH NIPPLE PIERCINGS. Fuck, can you just imagine? Please, it's probably safer for all of us whores that he never got them pierced - although if I'm being honest, whenever I see any shirtless images of Frank, the thought of him with his nipples pierced is never far from my mind, especially if it's ProRev or current Frank.

Anyway. Yeah. Frank's chest, FUCK.

--BarbedWireRosary

Dear anons in our inbox,

Both BarbedWireRosary and I are VERY excited to answer your confessions. We’re also sorry it’s taken so long. I (ChronicArsonist) have been prepping for finals week and it’s finally here, and BarbedWireRosary has been INCREDIBLY busy at work.

That being said, I know that I’ll be able to answer some this week and I know they will too. Also, after this week I’ll also be able to be more active so keep ‘em coming.

-ChronicArsonist🔥

let’s talk about dom frank more PLEASEEE!!!!! i want him to bend me over on any available surface and just fuck me whenever he pleases. i need him to be rough with me and not let me cum until he’s decided i’ve been good enough

Anon. Yes. Fuck yes, let's talk about Dom Frank. What I wouldn't give to have Dom Frank in my life...

Calling him "Sir" and dropping to your knees at his request, your mouth already open by the time your knees hit the floor, ready for his fingers to explore while he cups your chin in his other hand. Frank calling you his favorite pet while you suck at his fingers and gaze up at him. Fucking into your mouth, holding your head in place by your hair while you're trying to not gag with every deep thrust, telling you to take it all and be his good little toy.

Frank bending you over, one hand between your shoulder blades at the base of your neck, squeezing ever so slightly, then fingers sliding up to twist into your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat and putting a delicious arch in your spine as his other hand traps both of your wrists behind your back. Teasing at your opening with the head of his hard cock, making you whine before he gives your hair a quick, sharp tug - because good pets don't whine, they use their words and take what they're given.

And then finally fucking you. Hips thrusting relentlessly, slamming his cock into you, fucking you hard, pushing so deep inside. With your wrists held, you're unable to do anything but take it as he continues to pound into you. You already know that you're not allowed to come until Frank says, but the mental image of his perfect, pretty cock sliding in and out of you, paired with the slick sensations of it actually happening - well, it's almost enough to push you right over the edge.

Your thighs tense and you begin to grind back against him, trying for even more friction, but he stops you with a particularly deep thrust, growling your name, and you know that's your one warning. Frank releases your wrists, lets go of your hair, and grabs both of your hips, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he begins fucking you again, impossibly harder and deeper than before. "Who's my good little pet?" he whispers into your ear, his breath hot on the back of your neck and shoulder. "Who's my best little fucktoy?"

"I am, Sir," you gasp, as he mouths at the dip where your collarbone meets your shoulder, sucking small bruises along the edge. You can only hope that you've been good enough for him, that you've earned your orgasm, and that he's going to let you come soon, because you're not sure how much longer you can hold out.

I'd fucking love to have Dom Frank in my life, to be able to call him "Sir" and be so, so good for him.

--BarbedWireRosary

just the THOUGHT of him touching me anywhere on my body has me going wild. bonus points if it’s you doing the touching

Oh god yes. How about we take the bonus points and have it be both.

Franks hands all over you, teasing, squeezing, scratching. He’s already so good with his hands I can only imagine how fucking good he’d be at taking you apart with just his fingers. Working you over so thoroughly, getting you whimpering and gasping. Begging for more and it already being too much.

Fuck, but doing the same to Frank? To fucking wreck him with just your hands. Getting him moaning and making such pretty noises. Watching him come undone, cheeks flushed, thighs shaking. Hearing him begging for you to please please give him more, god, anything and everything that you’d give him.

He would be so fucking perfect in both scenarios.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

please give me more, it's becoming an addiction, healthier than my other habbits tho, more gimme more

Okay anon. More it is. Have some of my morning thoughts.

So something else I think about a lot is Frank and kink. Because I am whole heartedly of the belief that Frank is a total switch. 

Like absolutely he fucking loves subbing in a dynamic for sure, and he looks so good doing it. 

But Frank taking a Dom role? That is something I am definitely here for this morning. 

I would have no fucking problem getting on my knees for him. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t even have to say a word. Just fucking give me a look and I’d be down.

Imagine wearing a collar for him? Maybe it’s a slip chain, or fuck, even better has a leash attached??

Frank would yank on the leash with the perfect amount of force, pulling me closer. 

One hand in my hair, angling my head just how he wants it. The other hand still wrapped up in the leash, keeping it taut. God the combination would be fucking perfect, on the edge of breathless with the pressure around my next from the collar tightening and my head being yanked back. 

Jesus Christ. 

Okay I need to stop before I’m a lost cause for the day.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

Have an Evening Confession~

Here’s a thought that runs through my mind much more often than is conventionally necessary.

Frank’s behavior and activity level during ProRev? What if he had a plug in. One of those remote control vibrating ones. Even with it off it’d feel so fucking good. Moving around on stage to his normal degree would have it right up against every fucking perfect spot, driving him crazy.

Then imagine being just off stage right and watching this all unfold? Clicking that remote, turning it on? Just fucking watching him drop at the sudden intense pleasure?

Maybe that’s why he was thrusting and grinding against his guitar. Maybe he was on the floor so often because his knees were just too fucking weak from you cycling through the intensity and pattern settings.

Fuck, it’d be such torture for him but i would bet anything that if it wasn’t his idea in the first place then he was more than open to the idea.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

the meat on his thighs im INSAAAANE im deranged about it i need ti bite NOW!!!!

Oh Anon. Me too. Me. Too.

God but imagine him sitting so pretty for you, legs spread, eyebrows drawn, mouth fallen open. The prettiest noises coming from him as he tries so so hard not to squirm with every bite to his thighs. Whimpering when you alternate your bites with sucks and gentle kisses. Lulling him into a sense of safe pleasure until you bite sharply high up on his inner thigh. Causing his hips to kick forward, pushing into the pain.

His thighs would look so pretty. All covered with his beautiful tattoos and a smattering of angry red welts, soft purple bruises, and almost indiscernible imprints of your teeth.

Jesus fucking Christ, please.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

ChronicArsonist’s Confession:

Maybe it’s just me and my oral fixation.

Maybe it’s just me being a chronic whore.

But I’ve been wholly unable to think of anything but Frank’s fucking thighs today.

Current Frank specifically.

Just biting and licking and sucking pretty fucking bruises into his pretty fucking thighs.

Listening to and reveling in every single noise that comes out of him. His gasps, whimpers, moans. The quiet “fuck—“ before he starts begging.

Fucking, Christ.

~ChronicArsonist

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

I definitely haven't gone through this whole blog in one day. nope who would do that?

anyways, I was thinking about frank like choking and biting and getting one just almost there and then just whispering no and choking more and just using one. also omg jamia being there too, adding to the torment. ugh.

I'm so normal about this

Oh absolutely not, Anon. No one would ever just binge scroll a redacted blog that would be unbecoming.

Speaking of redacted—

This one here? Your confession? This is definitely something I need to confess to on the regular.

Maybe your wrists are cuffed above your head so you can’t touch. Frank’s had his mouth on you, fingers in you, toys, the works for what feels like fucking hours. Getting you so unbearably close to coming and the backing off every single goddamn time.

These last few times, like you said, were fucking torturous. One hand wrapped around your throat, palm resting gently against it. Fingers squeezing just below the corners of your jaw. Tighter, and tighter, making your vision swim as your breaths become more and more labored. The lack of oxygen heightening every touch of his.

Frank would be watching you so intensely, mouth dropped open, panting and so fucking hard just watching you unravel. And just as you’re about to come— He loosens his grip on your throat, blood rushing to your head, taking raged breaths. You’re about to beg to come when Frank brings his face close enough to yours that you can feel his lips brushing against yours when he simply says “No”.

But imagining Jamia in on the situation? Having both of them working you over? Jamia’s face pressed between your thighs while Frank is touching you and biting everywhere he can get his mouth. Sucking bruise after bruise into your skin? They’d be so fucking in sync with each other, pulling away at the exact same time. Keeping this game going. Driving you to the brink of desperation and back.

Fuck. There have been more thoughts about this than I care to admit.

—ChrinicArsonist

play wrestling with frank oh my god that’s got me feeling things… he’d get so turned on from being a little rough and getting to manhandle me a bit. he’s definitely strong as fuck (and stronger than me) so the power dynamic would be amazing.. by the time he shoves his cock in my mouth it’s already dripping with precum.

Oh. Anon. Just thinking about rolling around on the bed, or on the couch, or on a rug on the floor with him. Being physical, both of you using a bit of strength to test each other's boundaries. Not pushing each other too hard, no one's trying to actually hurt anyone - but when you let out a surprised yelp in a moment of discomfort from being pinned, you see something ignite in his gorgeous hazel eyes, and you immediately know things are about to get hotter.

"What's the matter, babe?" Frank huffs out as he readjusts his position, straddling you higher up on your chest, keeping you pinned but giving himself just a bit more leverage. "You don't like being pinned, huh? What are you going to do about it?" His breathing is heavy but not labored, matching yours. But now you've got more of his weight on your chest, his thick tattooed thighs on either side of your ribs, and there's not much you can do to try to wriggle free. He manuevers to catch both of your wrists then holds your arms up above your head, further confining your movements. He leans his face down towards yours, a playful smirk on his flushed lips.

You lock eyes with him - then stick your tongue out like a sassy little brat.

That may have been a mistake.

"Oh really...?" He shifts both of your wrists to his strong left hand, freeing his right. "You. Little. BRAT." each word is punctuated with a boop on your nose with his finger. "You really ought to know better than that." You squirm, trying to get away from the way he's poking at you, but he's got you held down firmly. You buck your hips slightly, arching your back a little, testing him, and he shifts his hips again. It's then that you notice the way his cock is beginning to strain more against the front of his boxer briefs.

Oh fuck. He just noticed you noticing. You're in trouble now.

"Yeah? You see something you want? You see something you think I should give you?" He grabs your jaw and pushes your chin up slightly, tilting your head back in a slightly awkward position, and locks eyes with you. He's stronger than you first thought, but he knows how to be forceful without hurting you. He holds your head firmly and moves his face closer to yours. "What makes you think you deserve this?" His breath is hot as he whispers, then nips at your lower lip, catching it lightly between his teeth.

You let out a moan as he shifts his hips again, grinding his hard cock against you, and he sucks bruises along your jawline, your neck, your collarbone. You can feel a damp spot on the front of his boxer briefs when he grinds against you - he's already leaking precum and that's all it takes to get you panting and whining at the thought of having his cock in your mouth. He moves his hand away from holding your jaw and reaches down to palm himself through the front of his boxer briefs, then pushes down the waistband just enough to pull out his cock and give it a couple strokes.

He shifts his body again, lifting his hips off your chest and aligning the tip of his hard cock with your open mouth, hovering just far enough away that you can't reach, can't yet wrap your lips around him, can't yet feel his length and thickness as he pushes into your mouth. He pushes his hips forward ever so slightly, grazing his cock against your lips, teasing himself just as much as he's teasing you. You can feel his tip barely touching you, a slick bead of precum helping him glide his cock smoothly, ever so lightly across your lips.

You're so lost in the sensations, lost in your thoughts, your wants, your needs. All you can think about is how badly you wish he'd just shove his whole fucking cock right. down. your. throat. Make you gag on how far he pushes in. Make your eyes water as you struggle to relax your jaw around him. Grab your hair and hold your head still as he fucks your mouth. Make you - "fffffffuuuuuuccck" You hear him groan and exhale and it's enough to bring you back to the moment.

You look down just in time to catch the sight of him shifting his hips back, pulling his cock away from your lips, and you see how the bead of precum strings out from the tip of his cock to your lips. His mouth hanging open, a look of awe and desire on his face as you feel him grab a hold of your hair and shift his hips back up toward your face. Lining his cock up with your lips, already slick with his precum, he pushes into your mouth and you know that you're both about to get exactly what you wanted all along.

Anon, you're so right, the power dynamic would be so fucking crazy, and you just know he's strong enough AND quick enough to make you really have to try to not get pinned. Fuck. FUCK. Play-wrestling Frank in his boxer briefs just landed in the Top Ten Frank Fantasies.

-BarbedWireRosary

BarbedWireRosary has a confession

I'm fucking obsessed with that video of Frank rolling around on the floor with Lois.

It's really innocent on the surface, but I'm going fucking feral thinking about it. Or, more specifically, I'm going feral thinking about what it would be like to play-fight or wrestle with him.

He's not tall but he's scrappy as fuck, and more than likely strong as fuck too. He could easily pin me and not let me up, making me give up and/or give in. And his little exasperated "fuck" and "Christ" - I want to fucking push his buttons to that point. I want him to want to pin me down and shut me up, any way he can. Add to that his little "okay, okay" and "alright, alright, alright" - those words might be intended to calm me down once he's got me pinned but I'm getting even more hot and bothered by his low, throaty whispers in my ear, his breath on my neck.

And those bright aqua blue underwear? I wouldn't expect to see him wearing anything basic - but that bright blue, please. I'd wrestle and struggle enough to make sure he's breathing a little heavy and frustrated enough with me to actually pin me down and then I'd fight just a little tiny bit more so the only way he can feel like he's really got me pinned down is to straddle my chest and hold my wrists above my head, so that bright blue underwear - and everything inside it - is right in front of my face.

At this point, he knows that the best way to shut me up is to put something in my mouth - maybe it's his fingers, but more likely it's his cock, and instantly I'm going from play-fighting to being so good for him, so well-behaved, not even struggling anymore. At least, not while his cock is in my mouth and he's looking down at me while he tells me to be good as he fucks my face. I can't fight back and I can't sass him, all I can do is relax my jaw and keep still while he's fucking into my mouth, and right before he comes I hear him say "ffffffuck" in that same low voice.

I'll be so, so good for him - until the next time we wrestle. Funny thing about play-fighting and getting pinned by Frank - I never win, but somehow I never feel like I lose, either.