#tumblr pride challenge

[daily-dragon-drawing]

#111 - 跨性別 (kuà xìngbié / transgender) - A dragon that transes your gender?! 🏳️‍⚧️💙💗🤍⚧️

[staff]

tumblr tuesday: julycanthropy

We're halfway through Julycanthropy, and so here we are, celebrating all the gnarly (affectionate) lycanthropic art you make right here on Tumblr.

(Werewolves, by nature, are a teensy bit body horror adjacent. We've kept that to a minimum here, but just so you know, proceed with caution if that's not at all your thing.)

@amphivena:

@ketrinadrawsalot:

@asmeesh:

@babayanska:

@risottobismarck:

@akreon:

@juleteon:

@werewolfwillow:

@werewolfmetaphor:

@bravo-benji:

@gravedoggg:

@fearandme:

@weredemonz:

@wary-taru:

@monstatron:

@twodeeweaver:

@thecaffeineartwarrior:

@kinerxy:

@literalnobody:

And, a little bonus! @joemerl is sharing daily snippets from their work-in-progress werewolf novel here!

[snixkers]

Red Wine Supernova

Pairing: Emily Prentiss × Fem!Reader

For: Anonymous Request, @cmkinkbingo2024, and @imagining-in-the-margins Pride Challenge!

EXPLICIT CONTENT, SMUT

Content Warnings: Partially clothed, fingerings, rough (all consensual), reader + Emily are closeted, coming out (everyone is supportive), Emily calls reader baby, reader has afab anatomy

Summary: You tease Emily at a party and she decides she's had enough.

Author's Note: HAPPY PRIDE!!! Listened to so much Chappel Roan and Kehlani while writing this, hope you can tell.

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN!

You and Emily were enjoying yourselves a little too much. David had thrown a lovely party, complete with pasta, singer, and plenty of wine. You had been flirty all night, the drinks going straight to your head (and between your legs).

Emily was clearly getting riled up, shooting you glances and glares at every opportunity. As much as she wanted you, there was nothing she could do about it. The two of you hadn't come out to the team, not because they wouldn't support you, but because it was nice to have something that only belonged to the two of you.

However, Emily didn't share the same sentiment at the moment. She wanted to do nothing more than bend you over the elegant mahogany table and fuck you senseless.

The party started to wind down around 11, and everyone lounged on the leather seats in the living room. You listened to Rossi's stories from the early days of the BAU, Garcia's latest date, and JJ proudly showing off Henry's latest achievement.

You locked eyes with Emily, giving her a knowing smirk before standing up and stretching out your arms. "I'll be right back, just getting a drink."

Her eyes glinted with need, and you knew your plan had worked.

She waited a few seconds as so not to arouse suspicion before standing as well. "I've got to use the bathroom. Hotch, show JJ that video of Jack scoring his goal."

Emily successfully distracted everyone as she made her way upstairs. As soon as she saw you, she pulled you into the nearest bathroom and locked the door.

"What the hell was that?"

You shrugged innocently, denying anything as she visibly seethe. Before you could egg her on any more, she pushed you back into the sink and kissed you harshly.

Grinning, you kissed her back, raising your hands up to cup her cheeks and pull her closer. She broke the kiss and shook her head, grabbing your wrists and pinning them against the edge of the sink.

"No. You're going to listen to me."

You nodded, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of you as you kissed her again, albeit a little more cautiously.

She spent a few minutes lavishing your lips before moving on to your neck. Emily took in your sinful sounds as she worked bruises into your neck, looking up smugly.

You watched her with heavily lidded eyes, your focus on her dexterous fingers currently groping your breasts hungrily.

"Oh my God, Em-"

She shook her head, bringing her fingers up to your face and pressing her index and middle to your mouth. "Open."

Your jaw dropped slightly at her boldness, and she took full advantage of it. Her fingers slipped past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. You lapped at them, causing the tension between you to grow.

Finally, she caved. Emily gripped your hips and spun you around, bending you over the sink. Your cheek pressed against the mirror as she yanked your pants down, getting a good view of your panties before pulling them to your knees.

"If you wanted me, all you had to do was say so, baby."

Your thighs clenched at the sound of her sultry voice, and she knew she had you right where she wanted you. Her hand slipped against your waiting heat, relishing in the slickness she found there.

"You knew exactly what you were doing all night, didn't you?"

You nodded dumbly, too focused on the way her fingers were currently pressed against your clit.

"Em, please."

She smirked even more at your desperation, starting to draw agonizingly slow circles.

"Apologize."

You tilted your head back, taking in your needy expression and deciding it was best to do as she said.

"Sorry. 'M sorry."

She nodded satisfactorily, rewarding you with her middle finger slipping past your entrance. Immediately, you let out a moan, clenching tighter around her. Emily reveled in your noises, curling her finger to elicit more.

A particularly harsh thrust hit that spot just right, and you practically squealed. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth, but she yanked it back.

"No, let them hear. I'm tired of hiding this."

Meeting her gaze in the mirror, you realized behind all the sexual frustration, it was more about having to hide who you both were. You nodded, squeezing her arm reassuringly.

"We can tell them after this."

Some of the tension left her expression, but she didn't forget what she was doing as her ring joined her middle. Your eyes nearly rolled back, the pressure in your lower belly starting to grow. "Em, I'm so close."

She nodded, bringing her thumb back to your clit as she kissed the back of your neck. "I've got you, baby."

You started to see stars, your vision waffling as you clenched around her fingers, moaning her name.

She helped you come down before pulling her fingers out and licking them clean. The sight had you eager for another round, but you knew there were conversations to be had.

She washed her hands as you used the bathroom, making sure you were alright before you opened the door.

Standing right outside was Spencer, his hand raised and ready to knock.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Um, I didn't realize it was occupied. I've only been here for a couple seconds. Take your time."

The two of you burst into laughter at his fumbled apology, waving him off and letting him head inside.

"See, it's not that hard coming out."

You rolled your eyes at her, holding her hand as you both made your way into the living room. Everyone looked up at you, clearly having heard Reid's awkward encounter.

She cleared her throat, holding up your entwined hands. "We're dating."

The rest of the group were in various states of shock and confusion, but to your relief, no one was upset. There was nothing but overwhelming acceptance in everyone's eyes as they all gave you their congratulations. Rossi raised his glass, and everyone else followed. "To our new lovebirds."

You raised an imaginary glass, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips. "Actually, we've been together for about nine months."

Garcia let out a squeal, standing up and pulling you both into a suffocating hug. "I'm taking you two to the next pride!"

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

messiest gay "betrayal" in the kingdom

go stream Nimona right now I missed Ambrosius' long hair and cape from the comics but the undercut was a gay slay so

[carelessapples]

pride month art challenge day five: caleb widogast

[peppermintkamz]

My piece for May's Creative Challenge on The Automat Discord Server. Prompt was "undercover". Based on @boredintjqueen fic Pride.

Full piece under cut.

[ginzburgjake]

distortion redesigns attempt 382919:

[eldritch-loverboy]

“On dysphoria, on attraction to men, on noticing the details that make them so alluring, and on the acute awareness that you lack these things.” by Raphael D.

[kurometsuki]

FINALLY Sonadowtober 3!! 5 days later heh - "Dream"

I've been doing A LOT LATELY so I had no time to continue with this until today :( I'll try to make the rest in the least time possibly

Sonic looks so sad on these :( my sweetheart

[mythbringer-mayhem]

ATTENTION ART PEOPLE OF TUMBLR

it's almost june!! I had an idea for a cool little art thing ^^ I don't actually expect anyone to really join, but it would make me super happy if anyone did (please tag me if you do omg)

I call it "Jurassic June", a little thing where you pick a dinosaur/ancient animal and pair it with a pride flag! So, for example, A T-rex with the color pallet of the pansexual flag or something-

(I found out this was actually already a thing? My bad- uh- I'm still going to leave this post here because it explains what I'm doing this month. I had no idea someone already made this a thing, I don't take credit for the idea anymore, it seems the jurassic park fan base created it though ^^)

It's not an everyday thing, nor are there prompts, I'm just going to do what I feel like when I feel like.

I decided to post about it a bit early so people know why I suddenly start posting silly little dino drawings-

[randomly-generated-posts-machine]

pre covid twitter neurodivergent gay caused writer's block

[daily-dragon-drawing]

idk if one's already in the works but a lesbian dragon would be lovely!!!!!

#112 - 拉拉 (lā lā / lesbian) - She's off to kiss lots of other dragon ladies 😳👭❤️

[jestermuncher9000]

He’s 𝒿ℴ𝓎𝒻𝓊𝓁

[snixkers]

Bailed Out

Pairing: Elle Greenaway × Fem!Reader

Fluff/Minor Angst

For: requst by @lez-talk1 and @imagining-in-the-margins Pride Challenge!!!

Content Warnings: Cursing, internalized homophobia/biphobia, canon level violence, no physical descriptors

Summary: Elle has a crush on you. Elle doesn't want to.

Author's Note: Gotta get my sapphic representation innnnn for Elle. Also, whoever requested this, I'm so sorry, it was lost in the comments. Enjoy!!!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN!

Elle Greenaway knew she was fucked.

She had been held hostage, shot, traumatized, and more in her years at the BAU. But by far, the worst thing was her crush on you.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with you. Your smile lit up a room, and your confidence made her feel better by association. But when she realized that the feelings were more than just a like, she began to realize some things about herself.

She had a crush on a girl. And she was a girl. Did that make her a lesbian? She wasn't big on labels, but it didn't make sense. She could flirt with men, find them attractive, be interested in them romantically. Could she do both?

Something about saying that she liked girls was scary. Not that she cared if other people did, but it was herself. She liked girls.

Maybe she was just jealous and dealing with issues after the Fisher King.

Easier to do that than actually mention anything to you.

Which worked well for a couple months, until those feelings started to get stronger. It was no longer that she liked a girl, she was in love with a girl. Which was a whole new can of worms she was not opening.

Every single time you two would get paired up on a case, she would stare longingly at you to the point where Hotch offered time off because he believed she was disassociating.

It was a stupid little crush, and it was getting out of hand. She had to do something about it sooner rather than later.

Elle, headstrong and unable to tackle her emotions properly, walked up to you after the majority of people had gone home and tapped on your back.

"Hey, can we talk?"

You spun around, and it nearly knocked her on her ass just how much you made her day better. All her previous ideas about asking you out or maybe accusing you of some type of witchcraft immediately dissipated.

"Um, do you need more coffee?"

You shook your head, putting in your headphones and turning back to your computer.

"All set."

"Yeah, no problem. Sorry for bothering you."

So Elle Greenaway, who had stared down killers and rapists, fled back to her desk with her tail between her legs.

The second time she tried to ask you out, it was during a movie that Garcia and Reid had dragged everyone along to. The seats were scattered for convenience, and some sick deity* had placed the two of you together.

*Garcia

She spent the entire movie nervously fidgeting, considering asking for another bathroom break before realizing you might think three meant she was having a medical episode.

So she sucked it up, basking in your sweet perfume and the high of sitting next to you. During the credits, you were both getting up when some sick deity** forced her to bump into you. You held onto her arms to steady yourself, and Elle did something incredibly stupid.

**not Garcia

She leaned forward and kissed you before promptly turning around and walking out of the theater.

The next week was tense and uncomfortable, but she made sure there wasn't any chance of another one-on-one.

She didn't try to ask you out a third time. After the movie theater disaster, why should she?

Clearly it wasn't meant to be. She had enough emotional baggage to fill the overhead bins of the BAU jet. It would be better to forget about the whole thing.

But you had different plans.

After a week of avoidance, you walked up to her desk with a purpose, and she immediately panicked. Before she could apologize profusely (since when did she apologize?), you had kissed her.

Oh.

"There, now we're even. But if you want to do me a favor, you could come get dinner with me tonight."

Oh.

"Um, sounds great. I'll just, uh, get my stuff."

Now she sounded like Reid. Dammit. She watched you walk away with a satisfied smile, sighing to herself.

Elle Greenaway liked girls. She liked you. She was getting used to it, but she could definitely get used to you.

[macabre13darling]

fem!bruce wayne x reader

She always told herself that you were just a secretary, nothing less, and totally nothing more. But when you bring her a cup of tea in the morning, using that excuse of “Oh, I just happened to pick up an extra.” She can’t help the little skip her heart does.

Your pretty face peeking into her office, asking her for some papers or supplies, leading to her fighting the urge to keep you in her office for as long as possible. She can’t help but feel the same way when you’re on her couch with her, watching her children do their homework.

No money could buy the joy she feels when you finally agree to that first date, to the second one, to the third, to all the dates she offers you. You’re both idiots in love, and it’s obvious to everyone but you two. When she finally goes down on that one knee, and you’re sobbing as you accept, everything clicks.

You two were made for each other. She can’t keep her tears down either, so you both end up sobbing in each other’s arms. You don’t care that she’s a billionaire. You don’t even care when you find out she’s Batman. You love her for her.

[carelessapples]

pride month art challenge day 13: avatar kyoshi

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