#sub rosa

[subterraneanna]

Sub Rosa, 2024 Pencil, gouache, and digital paint Romance novel cover commission for my dear friend @lizziakana. Just in time for Sub Rosa's 30th anniversary! Prints available!

#star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #beverly crusher #gates mcfadden #dr crusher #sub rosa #my art #traditional art #painting

[geekysteven]

#id in alt text #star trek #pulp art #pulp comics #star trek the next generation #next generation #the next generation #star trek tng #st tng #tng #picard #jean luc picard #captain picard #beverly crusher #sub rosa #1k

[borglizard]

#star trek #ds9 #voy #garashir #tos #spirk #threshold #sub rosa #amok time

[lothloriencosplay]

It’s almost Threshold day! Here’s a little humor for you featuring a little Sub Rosa too 😂

#Star Trek #Star Trek Cosplay #threshold day #sub Rosa #star trek voyager #beverly crusher #Kathryn janeway

[overseer-picard]

Sub Rosa, you rascally episode.

#star trek the next generation #sub rosa #happy 30th birthday you beautifully strange episode #picard #beverly crusher

[sunlightmurdock]

I’m cracking up at the thought Mav always being the one to catch Rooster and Lil Kazansky going at it, better him than Ice at least 😭

“Just do me a favour and stop by to check on her every now and again, alright?” Those were Bradley’s exact words. Long deployments can be killer and leaving his girl for eight months had him damn near tearing his hair out. He couldn’t stand the thought of her coming back to his place every single night by herself.

Maverick wasn’t the closest with you, but it’s what Bradley had asked of him and seeing as the two of you are pretty serious about each other by now, he was happy enough to oblige. The past six months have been just fine. He comes over once to twice a week, sometimes he’ll bring dinner with him or the two of you can just talk. It’s been nice.

Bradley was told that there was no chance he would be coming back early. So, when he got that opportunity, he leapt at it. His thoughts have been of nothing but you for weeks. Maybe your father pulled some strings to get him home sooner. Either way, he’s walking up the path to the front door with his bags in his hands and his eyes on your car in the driveway.

He opens the front door delicately and clicks it shut behind him just as fast. You’re standing in the kitchen to his left, your jaw slack and your hand paused, knife halfway through a bell pepper.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Bradley breathed out, dropping his bags by the door and reaching you in four strides. You’re almost knocked off balance as you hit his chest, his arms enveloping your frame and squeezing you tight against him. With his free hand, he pushes the cutting board far out of his way.

“You’re —? — But I thought…?” You stumble, voice muffled by his chest, abandoning your cooking to reach up and throw your arms around his neck. Bradley lowers his head first, kissing your mouth once slowly with need.

“A couple of guys got to head home early. Fuck, I’ve missed you.” His hands grab at your hips, manhandling you up onto the kitchen counter behind you, his mouth seeking out yours again. You hum happily against his lips, hooking your thighs around his hips, lifting your fingers to start unbuttoning the shirt of his khakis.

In the process of lifting you, his shirt that you’re wearing has bunched around your hips, giving him a perfect view of your pale blue panties. He groans at the sight alone, his cock growing stiff under the restraints of his uniform.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You tell him, letting your head fall back as he trails his tongue, nipping softly at your throat. “I want you so bad.”

Bradley groans, swallowing the sound, pushing the t-shirt up and tugging it over your head. “You’ve got me, baby, I promise.”

Your nipples harden against the air conditioning, your bare chest heaving as you try to rationalise that he’s back. Two months early. Kissing his way down your chest, kneading at your breasts with those big, strong hands.

Still, with this being you and him being him, you’re never above teasing him. Wetting your lips with your tongue, you lean back on your palms and part your thighs to give him a better view of your body. His eyes are ablaze instantly.

“I want you to feel how soaked I am for you,” You tell him, trailing the tip of your index finger over your slit through the soft blue fabric. Bradley’s mouth has never felt so dry. He reaches for you, stopping as you press your thighs together. “With your cock first.”

He bites his lip, shrugging off his unbuttoned uniform shirt and peeling off the white undershirt with it. Your thighs squeeze together at the sight of him prying open his belt, his eyes watching you hungrily.

He reaches into the khaki material and pulls his straining cock free as you lift your hips and kick off your panties. Rooster steps between your legs again, his breath shaking softly as he exhales.

You grab onto the thick muscle of his shoulder, practically trembling as he wraps a hand around the base of his cock and guides it between your legs. You watch, each of you exhaling with a pleased moan as he trails the tip through your excitement, letting it nudge softly against your entrance.

“More.”

Bradley shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you into a filthy kiss. “It’s been a while, don’t think you’d be able to take me just yet, sweet girl.”

He’s right, and as much as you’d like to complain about being made to wait, there’s just no way you can form a sentence coherent enough once he has buried his face between your legs like that’s what he was really coming home to.

By the time he’s finally pressing his length into you, you’re already trembling, on the comedown from that first orgasm, clinging onto him like your life depends on it. He’s got his arms wrapped completely around you, one hand on the nape of your neck to keep you as close as you can be.

He growls as he bottoms out, kissing your neck tenderly. “I love you so fucking much. Shit, I hate leaving you.”

“I love you,” You whimper out, nails dragging along his flexing shoulders as he starts to rock his hips. “Fuck, Bradley, harder. I need you.”

Maverick’s got his bike helmet in one hand and his phone in the other, reading a text from Ice about a surprise that Mav will be excited for. His brows are knitted together, focused on making his thumbs comply to punching letters into the tiny keypad enough to string together a reply. Late afternoon, early evening like this, the front door is always unlocked — you don’t lock it until the sun starts going down and the reason is really beyond him.

So, like he has done for the past six months, Maverick walks right up the porch and pushes the door open without knocking.

He doesn’t even open his mouth at first, his brows drawing together instantly, eyes blowing wide at the sounds that fill his ears. Against his better judgment, it’s his reflexes that have his head snapping to the left. “Oh my god!”

Bradley’s still standing in his khaki pants, unbuckled, unzipped and shoved down just enough. You’re wrapped around him, head thrown back and your eyes screwed shut, lips parted as you pant out breathless moans. Bradley tugs you closer to him to cover your body with his, in doing so drawing a delighted yelp from your lips.

“Oh my god!” Maverick stumbles back and hits the wall behind him, slapping his palm over his eyes. You gasp, eyes snapping wide open as you cling to Bradley.

“Mav!” Bradley almost cringes at the sound of you saying another man’s name, his uncle’s no less, while he’s buried inside of you.

“Mav, get the fuck out!” Bradley grits his teeth, your walls squeezing around him and making his head spin. Maverick bolts, and the door swings shut behind him.

“Oh my god, Mav hasn’t seen me naked since I was three and running across the back yard.” You whine out, letting your forehead fall against Bradley’s chest. He kisses the top of your head.

“He’ll get over it,” Bradley promises, starting to slowly rock his hips. “Better him than—“

“Don’t you dare say his name.” You grimace at the thought, pulling back to look up at Bradley. “You’re going to have to fuck me so good that I forget this ever happened. Okay?”

“Sure thing, baby.” Bradley lifts your chin and kisses into your mouth, hearing the rumble of Mav’s motorcycle starting away outside.

#thots week! #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #jake seresin #sub rosa

[elusivehoney]

"Dinna light that candle and dinna go to that hoose, or before you know it, i'll be burying another Howard in this cemetery!"

Celebrating 30 Years of Sub Rosa Season 7, Episode 14. Original air date: January 31, 1994.

#sub rosa #star trek #star trek tng #tng #trekedit #tngedit #beverly crusher #mine #happy 30th anniversary

[quasi-normalcy]

#star trek #star trek the original series #star trek the next generation #star trek deep space 9 #star trek voyager #star trek enterprise #tos #tng #ds9 #voy #ent #deep space nine #and the children shall lead #spock's brain #plato's Stepchildren #shades of gray #sub rosa #move along home #profit and lace #threshold #fair haven #spirit folk #a night in sickbay

[spacelizardswhopassedthreshold]

✨them✨

#star trek #voy #threshold #threshold day #sub rosa #move along home #ds9 #tng #voyager

[subrosa03]

Star Trek: The Next Generation - 7x14 ‘Sub Rosa’ released 31/1/1994

Yeah that’s right…that episode is 30 years old!! 🥳 Happy birthday to Sub Rosa and to Beverly having a super creepy love affair with a ghost!

#sub rosa #star trek #star trek tng #beverly crusher

[gatespage]

Behind the scenes of ‘Sub Rosa’ with Gates McFadden & dir. Jonathan Frakes

#gates mcfadden #jonathan frakes #beverly crusher #star trek #media: tng #dr crusher #star trek: the next generation #star trek tng #st:tng #tng #type: behind the scenes #year: 1993 #wil riker #sub Rosa #source: multiple #source: yourprops.con #source: gates mcFadden (eBay auction) #source: Trek Magazine

[geekysteven]

The best demonstration that the writers of Star Trek truly understand their fans is the episode "Sub Rosa" where Dr. Crusher develops an unhealthy attachment to some erotica she found

#star trek tng #st tng #tng #the next generation #star trek the next generation #star trek #fanfic #spirk #garashir #beverly crusher #doctor crusher #dr crusher #sub rosa

[slippery-domjot-balls]

For your consideration...

#is yankee candle finally going to release a special sub rosa candle or what? #star trek #tng #sub rosa #happy candle day

[lothloriencosplay]

These guys offered me a 10% off coupon for their services and it made my day 😂

#Star Trek #star trek cosplay #beverly crusher #ghostbusters #sub rosa

[rainfrazier]

Sub Rosa advanced, in the lead of her group. A woman in robes and habit of flesh, eyes permanently open, mouth permanently sealed, stained with blood. (Lips Sealed 3.3)

🤐

#wildbow #twig web serial #sub rosa #twig #twig spoilers #my art #best bit was when she grabbed sy by the head and he was like welp. it was nice knowing you all. and she just gently ruffled his hair #she DID try to bash his brains out shortly after. but yaknow #can you blame her

[sunlightmurdock]

When Lil Kazansky is pregnant for the first time Ice can’t even look at Rooster 😭

Stop 😭 bc Ice really does his best to be happy for them. Apart from the pencil he snapped in half when he found out, he’s been taking it pretty well. But then his wife invites everyone over for a nice family meal, and of course Rooster’s there now too.

And lil Kazansky’s standing around and talking to one of her sisters with a hand on her stomach even though she’s not that far along yet. She’s so nonchalant about it.

“Rooster was over the moon when I said I wanted to start trying,”

And Rooster feels Ice’s eyes on him instantly but makes the smart choice to just keep his eyes on the ground. Lil Kazansky just keeps on talking with no regard for who might be listening — she hasn’t even clocked that Ice is glaring at her husband.

“And I thought it was going to take at least a while before it worked and I actually got pregnant, but nope — less than a month, actually!”

Rooster still hasn’t looked up yet.

“But, y’know — we were trying a lot, if you know what I mean—“

And he just can’t let this go on any longer because he’s certain that your father’s about to grab a kitchen knife and come after him. He moves quickly and hooks an arm around your waist, giving you no chance but to come with him, “Honey, can I talk to you for just one second, please?”

The two of you rush off, and Ice is just left there wondering what cosmic being he could have ever pissed off that has led him to having to witness his youngest daughter fall in love with Pete fucking Mitchell’s nephew of all people.

#sub rosa #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw smut #miles teller #rooster x you #rooster bradshaw imagine #thots night (: #top gun smut