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Nikki Sixx and his then wife Brandi Brandt in 1991 ✨
#nikki sixx#brandi brandt#90s couple#1991#celebrities#iconic#pop culture#hollywood#90s#fashion#90s nostalgia#90s icons#90s fashion#90s music#90s aesthetic#1990s aesthetic#1990s vintage#1990s style#80s bands#motley crue#1990s
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Rockstar Girlfriend Aesthetic pt. 2
2. Rockstar Girlfriends/Wives
The namesake of the aesthetic. I find that the don’t usually fit the aesthetic as much as others. This is because they have their own careers and personal styles that don’t rely on their partner.
⚡️ Bobbie Brown married to Warrant’s Jani Lane
⚡️ Pamela Anderson married to Motley Crue’s Tommy Lee
⚡️ Dorothea Hurley married to Jon Bon Jovi
⚡️ Valerie Bertinelli married to Eddie Van Halen
⚡️ Brandi Brandt, Sharise Neil, and Heather Locklear married to Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil, and Tommy Lee of Motley Crue
⚡️ Pattie Boyd married to George Harrison and Eric Clapton
⚡️ Pricilla Presley married to Elvis
⚡️ Bianca Jagger married to Mick Jagger
⚡️ Marianne Faithfull
⚡️ Maria Bach married to Skid Row’s Sebastian Bach
#fashion#style#moodboard#rockstar style#rockstar#rockstar girlfriend aesthetic#rockstar girlfriend#rockstar wife#rockstar aesthetic#model#actress#model style#valerie bertinelli#Dorothea Hurley#Bobbie brown#pamela anderson#brandi brandt#sharise neil#heather locklear#warrant#motley crue#van halen#bon jovi#outfits#aesthetic#aesthetics#pattie boyd#marianne faithfull#bianca jagger#priscilla presley
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Brandi Brandt as shoe customer wearing a really tight black mini dress on Married...with Children
#brandi brandt#married...with children#married with children#mini dress#short dress#black dress#legs#long legs#high heels#1980s#80s#1990s#90s#tv shows#television#desperately seeking miss october
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Throwback lol
#motley crue#nikki sixx#mötley crüe#the stadium tour#looks that kill#shout at the devil#dr feelgood#home sweet home#live wire#take me to the top#smokinintheboysroom#vince neil#mick mars#tommy lee#brandi brandt
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From my fave 80s gal, Playboy playmate, Rock wife, & Scorpio sister. The beautiful and sweet Brandi Brandt 💗💋🐰
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Rockstars girlfriends
#Brandi Brandt#sharise neil#motley crue#nikki sixx#vince neil#80s#1980s#rockstar#glam metal#hair metal
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I was the person that asked for the brandi brandt and nikki sixx and I forgot to put threesome my bad
that’s totally fine, I stand by being able to write that! I can’t guarantee when (as I work 6 days a week and am an author working on her next manuscript on the other days) I’ll get to it but it’s noted :)
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Can you please write a threesome with brittany furlan and tommy lee or pamela anderson and tommy OR brandi brandt and nikki sixx sorry if it's alot
Plus one
A/n: ok guys…so I don’t know if this fic will be considered weird or not but this request intrigued me. (Pam is so mommy sorry not sorry) I might write some Pam x reader fics cause I love her sm.
Pairings: Pamela Anderson x Tommy Lee x Fem!reader
Warnings: age gap (Pam and Tommy are both in their 30s and reader is 23), dom!tommy, switch!pamela, sub!reader, MFF threesome, squirting, praise kink, light degradation (Tommy calls the girls sluts lol).
Summary: your new best friend Pamela has a proposition for you and it’s one you’ve never expected.
You were laughing about something Pamela said as you sat in the living room of her and Tommy’s gigantic house. The TV was ignored as the two of you were focused on getting tipsy.
Suddenly, Pam’s hand slid up your bare leg. Goosebumps arose. Of course you’ve developed a little crush on your best friend. Who wouldn’t? But you weren’t jealous of Tommy either cause you also have a crush on him. Bi things.
“Umm Pamela?” You asked a little nervously but felt that familiar tingling sensation in your core.
“Me and Tommy, well mainly me was wondering if you’d be interested in having a threesome with us?” The question shocked you.
Your cheeks were red as you thought of an answer. Your breath was picking up along with your heart rate. And you found yourself blurting, “Yes.”
The blonde smiled and called out to her husband, “Tommy!”
And that’s how you ended up sitting on their bed, just in your lingerie. You tried to hide your body and your blushing face. “Aw look Tommy, she’s nervous.” Pamela said, moving your hair out of your face. Tommy looked at the interaction with hungry eyes.
“Why are you nervous sweetheart?” Tommy asked, the nickname giving you butterflies.
“I- I um- never been with a girl before or done…this.”
“We’ll show you. Right Tommy?” Pam asked, biting her lip as she looked to her husband.
“Of course. You should show her how it’s done.”
The blonde woman giggled before sitting next to you and kissing you passionately. Your eyes widened in surprise but you kissed her back. The two of you moaned into each others mouths before removing each others lingerie.
Once your boobs were free she began to massage them, caress them, and suck and bite your nipples. You squirmed and squealed, throwing your head back in pleasure.
You nervously looked at her chest and she took your hands, pulling them towards her. “It’s ok, you can touch.” She moved your hands to rest on her breasts and you gave her the same treatment she gave you. Out the corner of your eye you could see that Tommy was already stripped down and sitting in the chair across from the bed jerking his large cock watching the two of you.
“Don’t forget about me.” Tommy said teasingly.
“Of course not. Come with me Y/n.” Pam said. You followed her and got down on your knees next to her.
She allowed you to get the first lick, so you ran your tongue up from the base to the slip and swirled it sprung his head.
“Aw, fuck.” The drummer moaned.
Then, you wrapped your lips around him and began sucking at a steady pace. You felt Pamela move closer to you and push your head down so you were choking on him.
“God damn girls…” the brunette moaned causing the blonde to giggle. As you were forcefully being choked by his cock, you felt her hands move down towards your pussy before slowly pushing two fingers inside your hole.
You moaned around Tommy’s cock as she began to pump in and out slowly before going faster.
“I think someone’s close..” she teased.
“Let her cum babe. She deserves it.” The drummer moaned.
And so, she continued to move faster while rubbing your clit before you squirted all over her hand. She squealed in surprise while you let out a scream.
“Did you see that Tommy? She fucking squirted!” She laughed excitedly, sucking your cum off of her fingers.
You continued to suck Tommy off until he came down your throat, “Fuck you’re so good sweet heart.”
The three of you decided to move to the bed after Pamela had her turn at sucking his dick. Tommy laid down while Pam straddled his waist and he pulled you over to sit on his face.
Soon enough, your best friend was riding her husband while you were getting eaten out by him.
Moans can be heard throughout the house if you were anywhere inside. Since you and Pamela were facing each other you both leaned in and started making out passionately. Groping each others tits and kissing each others necks.
“Mmm…Pammy…!” You whined with pouty lips as you felt yourself getting closer again as Tommy was licking your clit.
“What is it baby?”
“I’m close again.”
“Me too I’m so close Tommy you’re so good baby!” She cried out as she bounced on his dick faster before she clenched around him and came.
You also came, squirting again except this time all over Tommy’s face. “Fucking hell Pam, your friend tastes so fucking good.”
“Mmm she does doesn’t she?”
Then positions were changed once again. Pam laying down while you were face to face with her dripping core. Tommy behind you entering your tight hole.
You’re not really sure how to eat out a woman but you did what felt right. And clearly you were doing something right since she was moaning.
You licked inside her folds up to her clit as Tommy started to fuck you harder.
“Mmmm Tommy…” you moaned, tears springing in your eyes.
“Oh god such a good girl.” Your best friend praised.
The drummer smacked your ass before saying, “Fuck I’m so lucky having two sluts in my bed.” His derogatory words turned you on even more, and you felt yourself getting your third orgasm.
Pamela came all over your face with a cry and you clenched around Tommy cumming once again before the brunette finished on your back.
After the three of you got cleaned up-it was surprisingly not awkward-Tommy suggested you guys do it again sometime and Pamela happily agreed.
You guys ended up downstairs watching movies afterwards.
What a night.
#motley crue#motley crue x reader#tommy lee#nikki sixx#vince neil#mick mars#fanfic#smut#tommy lee x reader#tommy lee smut#motley crue smut#pamela anderson#Pam and Tommy#Pamela Anderson x reader
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betty: brandt clarke
tagging: @ivy-34, @francesfarhadi, @hzstry8, @cixrosie, @itsnotgray, @estapa94, @trevs-swiftie, @heartz4hischif you want to join the taglist let me know!!
when starting the school year, brandt assumed he would see you sitting with an empty spot beside you for him.
but he was wrong.
the spot you usually accompanied was empty and he assumed you were off sick today. and for the rest of the week, he just assumed you were sick seeing as he never saw you anywhere. but then again, how do you recognise someone who is actively avoiding you.
it wasn't until ethan cardwell mentioned that you were in his homeroom, that things made sense to brandt.
the young boy went home and began writing a letter to his best friend.
betty, I won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom, but
I think it's 'cause of me
it was the end of summer break and one of the guys in your year held a party. one that you attended with brandt and some of your friends. the two of you were having a good time dancing around.
brandt didn't know what happened because one second he was having the time of his life and the next you were cussing him out with tears streaming down your face.
he couldn't remember who had their arm wrapped around your shoulder, but he remembered her coming over to him. her scent filled his nose and he immediately felt nauseous thinking of you
betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house it's like I couldn't breathe
it had been three months since you started avoiding brandt. he'd get weekly updates from his teammates who were still in contact with you.
one day, things got a bit too much. brandt had been worried about hockey, his draft year coming up and you.
he took out his skateboard, one he hadn’t used in a long time, and rode until his mind was clear.
well until he came across a house he hadn’t been to in a while.
his breath was caught in his throat as he watched you in your window. he noticed someone else come up behind you and kiss your cheek.
you heard the rumors from inez, you can't believe a word she says most times, but this time, it was true
the night of the party when you were on your way to the bathroom, one of your classmates stopped you. inez was one who knew everything so when she wanted to speak to you, you got worried.
“betty, i need to tell you that i saw brandt and audrey over the summer together. at first i thought it was a coincidence but then i saw your story in europe and when i looked up i caught brandt and audrey kissing!” she exclaimed.
tears began to fill your eyes and you brushed past inez towards brandt. you saw aurora lingering nearby and you saw red. you pushed brandt and cussed him out.
ryan grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away from brandt and drove you home that night. he stayed with you as you cried about your lost love.
The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you
brandt remembered the promise he made to you before you left for europe.
you were to come back with your mind made up on whether you were willing to try be a couple.
he never meant to end up in aurora’s bed.
he never wanted to hurt you.
But if I just showed up at your party, would you have me? would you want me? would you tell me to go straight to hell? or lead me to the garden? in the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing? i'm only 17, I don't know anything but I know I miss you
it was now your birthday.
the boys on his team had spoken about being invited and ethan handed brandy his invite too.
ethan explained that whilst the two of you weren’t talking, your family missed brandt and this was the only setting you felt comfortable seeing him.
so brandt took it with a stride.
he’d always bought your birthday present and he had it wrapped and hidden in his room until your birthday.
brandt knew he messed up with aurora and he was going to do everything in his power to get you back
The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you
but if I just showed up at your party would you have me? would you want me? would you tell me to go straight to hell? or lead me to the garden? in the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing?
brandt expected nothing less than your garden party for your birthday.
the sun dress you wore highlighting every part of you that he loved. it also happened to be the dress he picked out.
brandt waited until the party was in full swing before approaching you.
“hey, can we talk?” he asked softly.
you looked around and nodded, leading him up to your bedroom.
“this summer, i was walking home just thinking of you when she pulled up like a figment of my worst intentions. she said "brandt, get in, let's drive" and suddenly those days turned into nights i slept next to her, but i dreamt of you all summer long,” he rambled.
“you wanted to be with me, so why did you end up in her bed?” you asked.
brandt shrugged. “when she was driving me home, she let me talk … about you. she said she’d help take my mind off of you and i thought it would ease my pain but it didn’t”.
you moved your hand close to his as you sat on your bed. he was quick to intertwine your fingers and place a hand on your cheek.
“the only thing I wanna do is make it up to you,” he whispered.
brandt didn’t have time to think as you placed your lips on his. the kiss was better than anything he had dreamed of.
#brandt clarke imagine#brandt clarke fic#la kings imagine#nhl imagines#nhl fanfiction#nhl fic#nicohischierz writes
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hospital bed + Jo/Egan >:))))
Continuing my BoB OC Jo's MotA wanderings! From this prompt list. Bucky Egan/WarCo OC.
Warnings for non-graphic medical references & non-graphic abuse.
She studies him, the glint of the low light and the drink in his hand, tapping her fingers along the tall glass of cider in hers. “I was…eleven. Got my appendix out.”
He winces a little, but he’s still smiling. “Sounds like a swell time.”
“Just about.”
She’s still thinking of the triage section this morning, the light through the thin curtains, the sound of squeaking wheels across the floor. The overwhelming smell of antiseptic underlaid by vomit.
Silent, watching the doctor move from bed to bed, the stretchers being carried in by boys still in flight gear. The nurses tolerated her as long as she didn’t get in the way, and she didn’t, or tried not to. The last boy she’d seen before she walked back outside was a frostbite injury, so bad that they had to move him to a hospital. It’s warm and humid here, on the ground. Her blouse feels tacky between her shoulders, and at her sides.
And this is something he just does. Major Egan. All of them. Leave in the dark of the morning, and then you’re back here in a pub by late afternoon. Go up so high that if the Germans don’t kill you, taking off a pair of gloves or an oxygen mask will.
“And how was that?”
She blinks at him. “Getting my appendix out?”
“Yeah! Still got mine.”
He’d only been telling a story about a high school sports injury, after she’d tried not to look too hard at the new bruise blooming on the apple of his cheek. Someone had gotten mouthy, she wasn’t sure who. He looked like he didn’t want her to ask.
“All I remember, really, is that it hurt a lot less after, you know? Than it did before.”
He nods.
“My mother came, and she sat with me, and brought me little sweets, cookies, probably. Leftover spice cookies, from Christmas. I wasn’t in too long.”
“What’s your father do, again?”
“Uh, steelworker,” she says. “Was. In Pittsburgh. He came by, too, right after—”
She doesn’t mean to say that part, to tell a real thing about him. It seems like she’s remembering it wrong, hearing her father tell her she was brave. But she tells John that, like it’s easy to say, by a little light in the corner booth of a pub on the coast of a windswept country.
And she tells him too about the day she went home, the memory that was more like her father. He’d showed up smelling like plum brandy and berated the nurse, and then her mother.
He quirks his mouth a little, for a moment, like he wishes he could throw a few more punches. If anyone could fight a spirit, she’d say it was John Egan.
“And now you’re here,” he says. Like it’s something that makes sense, from a little girl in a hospital bed to a correspondent sitting here, across from him, writing about a blinding freezing blue she’s never seen. Like a kid playing touch football in the mud, going to school with his arm in a sling he hates, to this. Up there, the indescribable sky.
She nods. “And now I’m here.”
A pint glass slides onto the table, and Biddick sidles up, his voice warmed by the beer. “Hey, Major.” He nods at Jo. “Miss Brandt.” The honorific sounds like zz's, in his accent.
“Hey, now,” Bucky says, smiling. “This lady here’s a captain.”
Jo tries not to make a face. “In name only.”
“Hey, they oughta know that, right?” Curt says. He jerks his chin towards his friend’s face. “That’ll teach ‘em, right, Buck? To say things about—”
The look Bucky shoots him tells Jo exactly what the fight was about. If they’re calling it that. Something to remind her she shouldn’t be sitting here alone.
“What? I’m just saying—”
“Can it, Curt. That’s an order.” He doesn’t quite sound like he means it.
“Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure. But I think I ought to make this one an early night.”
“Let me walk you out.”
The sky is still streaked with faded red and peach, still time to get back to her rented room before worrying about the dark. His fingers brush her arm, on the way to the door, but he doesn’t say anything more.
#latibvles#masters of the air oc#mota oc#bucky egan x oc#me realizing they're having a candlelight conversation about an appendectomy#normal things#motaverse#jo's tag#shoshi writes#'mota oc' jo: i am ????#hi curt miss you curt:'(
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Who’s your favorite rock wife
Brandi Brandt 💕 she is my biggest inspiration !! All her work with playboy has inspired me tremendously and she’s also such a sweetheart 🤍✨
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