#Only the Lonely

[cathedral-of-the-forest]

Cannot lie. Martha Davis’ voice was boner inducing when I was a lad.

[charnelhouse]

Does Lloyd ever get to say ily to 33 or is he still practicing in the mirror 🥺

He pressed his lips to her mouth. A chaste kiss. Light pressure. She smelled like a fired gun.

“You almost died.”

“I did not.”

Lloyd rolled his eyes. No point in arguing. “You’re impossible.”

“Pot.” She smiled and it bruised his heart. “Kettle.”

She was too beautiful. It made him sick. The moon burned her skin—her shiny hair. She called to it. She made it work.

“You get me,” he mumbled and she cocked her head, brow furrowed. She hadn’t heard him or—maybe—she had. He gave her too much—all of him—like that stupid fucking John Legend song.

“You’re fun to transcribe,” she murmured, tongue darting over her lower lip. So she had heard him. “One big enigma. A very gorgeous enigma.”

“Am I?”

“You know you are, Hansen.”

“I love you.”

It fell out of his mouth. Quick. Effortless.

She blinked at him, surprised. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Fuck me, but yeah.”

She laughed softly and he thought she was going to escape, run away from the knotted tension between them.

Instead, she leaned forward, palming his cheek. “I love you, too.” She sighed and he could smell the cordite in her clothes. “I love love you.”

He groaned. “Absolutely terrible for our rep.”

She nodded seriously. “Best not to tell anyone.”

He kissed her again, but this time it was hard.

[80s-song-smackdown]

80 New Wave Tournament Side D

[catchinglizards]

only the lonely - roy orbison

[myimaginaryradio]

Only The Lonely - The Motels - 1982

[jt1674]

[rodskase]

13.33 Only the Lonely

[georgesboulevard]

Only the lonely ... mushroom

[jazzdailyblog]

Frank Sinatra: The Voice That Defined an Era

Introduction: Frank Sinatra, born one hundred and eight years ago today on December 12, 1915, in Hoboken, New Jersey, was not merely a crooner; he stood as an icon and a cultural force. His voice transcended the boundaries of time, leaving an indelible mark on the vast landscape of music and entertainment. Early Years and Rise to Stardom: Sinatra’s journey began in the humble streets of…

[knightvision1228]

Forever Knight Only the Lonely remastered stills

[petrashappyplace]

only the lonely stay where love’s no longer served

[charnelhouse]

Could you please give us a little snippet of what’s next for 33 and her boys especially her and rake ?

A/N: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader. Tyler Rake x F!Reader. This is SO dirty. Come play. Jealous Smut. Tis a snippet.

“She belongs to us,” Lloyd hisses, the words are tight as he releases them. “I don’t give a fuck if her 6’5 ex has decided to come back from the dead.”

***

You don’t even question it. You don’t even hesitate. 

Your cunt sucks Rake deeper, it clings to him, drags him down with every insistent thrust he delivers. His hand grasps your throat, baring it to the sharp edge of his teeth. He rubs his cheek against your own. “How much did you miss this?”

“Every day,” you murmur, clinging to his shoulders, letting him have what he’s been denied for too long. 

The wall is cool against your bare back. He’s pinned you - practically burying you into plaster with the whole of his body. You’re hidden beneath his weight. Your voice strains around his name: Tyler Tyler Tyler. 

“That’s it,” he soothes as he guides you into your climax. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

***

Lloyd slides into your room. It’s after 3 am and he finds you in your bed, curled up with Rakes’s spend drying on your thighs. 

“Baby,” he sighs as he touches your cheek. “Baby…baby what did you do?”

You blink at him, cheeks heating. Your throat tightens. You had fucked Tyler without thinking of them. You had wanted it. 

Lloyd shoves the blankets down, he touches your cunt, teases at the puffy flesh that Tyler had been balls deep in. He inspects you, feels you, before he’s ruthlessly plugging two thick fingers to the knuckle and it makes you jerk. 

“Lloyd,” you rasp as your knees automatically come up, your grip curling into the sheets. His other hand flies to your knee to keep your legs apart so he can stare at your well-used pussy. 

“No,” he tuts. “No - I want to see.”

You bite your lip, suck it until it stings. You’re all raw and sensitive, bruised and stretched. “I’m sorry,” you whisper and he lifts his head. His blue eyes spark, his full lips twitch in mild amusement.

He’s pissed. You can read him. You’re certain that you’ve proven something to him.

Slowly, he climbs up the bed, wedging a knee between your legs. He braces one hand beside your head, the other on your inner thigh as he forces it down to keep you spread, on display. He shifts forward and you feel the tip of his cock squeeze past your entrance. It prods and nudges until it hits home and then he sinks to the hilt. You gasp.

“Fuck,” Your hands find his waist, your back arches. “Fuck.”

His muscular shoulders tense, his thighs shift under yours to keep you pinned. The ridge of his cock burns inside you, the drag of it irritating your already abused inner walls. “How bad am I going to fuck you right now, 33?” He drops his head and kisses your cheek, your nose. It’s so tender and sweet and the complete opposite of the long, powerful, punishing strokes he’s delivering. One. Two. Three. The bed rocks with each roll of his hips. Your skin slaps. “Damn,” he murmurs. “Your pussy is so fucking wet that Rake probably hears it in the next room.”

You grip Lloyd’s face and yank him down. You bite his full lower lip until he groans as you lift your pelvis to take him further. “He’s still inside me,” you taunt. “His come. You’re just fucking it deeper.”

Lloyd grins, his teeth glittering white in the dark. “I know, baby. I want to.”

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Today was a half day though for the life of me I do not know why. I had the sudden whim, thinking back to how one of my previous co-workers was probably the only person that didn't treat me like some kind of genetic freak.

There are several teachers there that you can tell were former student athletes and now all of their kids are athletes as well and they see anything less than 100% physical perfection to be nauseating.

Anyway without giving it too much thought popped into the teacher's classroom and ask her if she wanted to go to lunch later. She said she already had plans with the math teacher and they've been best friends forever so that wasn't a big deal. But she told me they'd be happy to have me along and they would let me know where they were going as soon as school was out.

Needless to say they did not period and I sat around for about 10 minutes checking my phone every 30 seconds and listening in the hallway to see if they were going to come by and let me know where they were going period but of course they didn't Furious And I hate that I expected anything else I hate that my feelings are hurt and I really hate that I took the chance of asking period

And just reinforces my belief that I have no friends there I just have people that tolerate me on different levels.

Like there is one teacher that is always talking about what a Christian she is. All the time and she's always super happy but she's on really really good meds so that I wish I could get a hold of. So anyway I never liked Mike Pence at all until I read his book and his book was so good it really changed my idea about him I figured she's always going on spouting about Christianity she might want to read the book. So I got it for her for Christmas and when I gave it to her she acted like I had just sprouted three heads.

I might as well have given her a book on Kama Sutra.

So here I am at Sonic eating tater tots and listening to Lana Del Rey alone because I wasted so much time waiting for people that didn't show up that I don't have time to get a regular meal before going back to work. And I'm promising myself I am never asking anybody out to lunch ever again. It's not like this is something I do all the time anyway.

I'm so glad me and my husband reconciled years ago. Because if I didn't have someone to come home to I would be losing my mind with loneliness.

[the-final-sentence]

How they stay without moving for days.

Lisa Mecham, from “Only the Lonely”

[odk-2]

Roy Orbison - Only the Lonely (1960) Roy Orbison / Joe Melson from: "Only the Lonely" / "Here Comes that Song Again" (Single) "Lonely and Blue" (LP) "Roy Orbison: The Soul of Rock and Roll" (2008 Box Set) (CD2: Into the 1960's)

Rock/Pop | Rock and Roll | Ballad

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Personnel: Roy Orbison: Vocals Floyd Cramer: Piano Hank Garland: Guitars Harold Bradley: Guitars Bob Moore: Bass Larry Parks: Drums

String Section

The Anita Kerr Singers: Backing Vocals Joe Melson: Backing Vocals

Bob Moore: Producer / Band Leader Fred Foster: Executive Producer

Recorded: @ RCA Victor Studio B in Nashville, Tennessee USA on March 25, 1960

Single Released: on May 9, 1960

Album Released: January, 1961

Monument Records

Published: on May 4, 1960 Acuff-Rose Publications, Inc.

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