#barnmat

[stupidtravelingcats]

They are living happily together, bothering Windclan.

[elder-charles]

Random doodles at school XD

Honestly their dynamic before they bonded was low-key kinda interesting so here.

[maxbytes]

in my canon i wasn't barnmates with lapis, i lived around humans and picked up a gender and eventually moved to danville to live with my human boyfriend. sorry

[oshaconsternation]

and they were barnmates

[techie-waterwitch]

paririeofmxses asked:

"So y'all are my neighbors, pleasure meetin' ya. And yer gems, well that'll be nice won't it?" the cowgirl said from atop her horse as she was walking along with her horse along a fence that bordered the other two's barns, "Name's Aragonite"

[✩] The two Crystal Gems did not know what to make of this. Lapis seemed smiley and ready to greet not to insult for a change.

"Well ‘Land o’ Goshen’ Peri. Look who's come a 'knocking."

"Ooo! Ooo! Another fellow gem. Okay Lapis just like we practiced." Peri whispered.

"Greetings! Are we all really neighbors?"

"But wait. I see no "equestrians" 🐎here in these here parts. Aside from the very specimen you are riding there."

She chuckles at her attempt of "The comedy!"

[lg-art-200]

I'm back people... and nothing better than celebrating Christmas with you... This is one of the 3 works that I will upload every day I hope and everyone have a nice day, having a good time #stevenuniverse #norauniverse #rebeccasugar #cartoonnetwork #genderbend #genderbenddraw #genderbendcosplay #navidad #lapislazuli #peridot #christmas #merrychristmas #friends #barnmates #barn #fix #three #navidad🎄 #christmastree #amigos #sorpresa #regalo https://www.instagram.com/p/CmjmtLkuj6T/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[deadshotghost]

would you commit lego step for your unofficial OTP to become canon

I'm gonna be honest right now, stepping on Lego never really hurt, so this is an easy yes.

but as a multishipper, choosing the ship I like the most will probably be the hardest decision 😭😭

[tobyisave]

ah yes. me. my barnmate. and her 500 dollar four foot tall stuffed alien.

alts:

[barblaz-arts]

Oh look what a shocker it's me lol So, i've returned to the Steven Universe fandom (for like the 1000th time... I don't think I'm ever getting over it), and was looking through some Lapidot stuff and happened to stumble across your old Lapidot art and- YOU HAD A LAPIDOT PHASE!?!?? I was digging through whatever I could find, kicking my feet, and squealing. Jussstt felt the need to bring that to light!

Yep! I was actually one of the crack shippers from way back before they even had canon interactions, so you can imagine how feral i was over the Barnmates episode like...

Holy shiiiit lmao

Lapidot was actually the reason I even made a tumblr and ao3 acct in the first place. My first officially posted fic was for lapidot. And the art was back in my old art blog that got hacked and deleted, but geeeeeze back then my art was just pencil scribbles on lined intermediate paper in photos taken from my shoddy phone camera. Can't believe I had as much followers as I already did back then.

My username, Barb Laz/Barbara Lazuli across all socials is even a Lapis reference. The Barb part was from the "Bob" joke

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 11 - Nipple Play

Kink: Nipple Play

Pairing: F!Reader x F! and M!Cow hybrid

Other Kinks: Threesomes, Fingering, Breast Play

Word Count: 1610 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“They really don’t release milk?”

A rough, labor worn hand pinches at your nipple, tugging at the peaked flesh with a furrowed brow. Ernest’s eyes go wide when it perks up under his touch, a black tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. A chuckle rumbles against your body, the languid heifer lying beside you laughing at her barnmate’s naivete.

“Not unless she’s with child.” Genevieve says, groping and kneading at the fat of your other breast. Her touch is less antsy than Ernest’s. She had been working at this farm for over four years now, and you can’t help but wonder if she’s been in this exact same position before. “Still, they taste very good.” Her manicured nails draw slow circles around your areola, but her eyes are locked on your face, flustered and trying best to stay quiet. You know all too well how easily noise travels through the barn. Last thing you need is one of your fellow farmers busting in, wondering what you're doing rolling in the hay with the two prized cows.

Ernest gnaws on his bottom lip, hands still hesitant as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. His tail flicks back and forth, almost like it’s swatting flies, behind his kneeled over form. He’s utterly transfixed by your chest, as if he isn’t around breasts all the time. They're practically inescapable when you live on a hybrid milking farm.

“C-can I?” You’re not sure who Ernest asks, you or Genevieve, as he gulps and eyes up your chest. Beads of sweat pool at the valley between your two breasts, the stifling heat of the summer afternoon only amplified by being sandwiched by two large bodies. Genevieve chuckles again.

“Can you what, Ernest?”

“Can I-” Ernest exhales out of his nose, nostrils flaring as he finally catches the courage to look you in the eye, “Can I suck on one of them?”

The poor bull’s face is bright red, freckles lost in a haze of his blushing cheeks. His ears twitch with every noise, just as aware of how many rules he’s breaking.

“S-sure.” Your voice sounds different, so breathy and light. Something about holding the attention and touch of two people has turned you into a shy little thing, demure despite desperately agreeing to this tryst in the first place. 

Ernest buzzes with happiness, quickly spreading out his knees and lowering his face to your chest. He starts with just the tip of his tongue, flicking it across your bud. Your whole body jolts, but Genevieve keeps you still. Ernest’s chest heaves with a pant, tail now thumping behind him like a dog, and he latches on to your tit.

Ernest’s lips are surprisingly soft, fitting for his gentle tongue as it rubs you up and down in his mouth. He makes sure to keep his head perpendicular to the plane of your stomach, lest his small horns accidentally poke at your skin. Genevieve rubs her hand down the side of your face, coaxing your jaw to turn towards her.

“Does that feel good?”

You nod, voice catching in your throat as you keep your eyes low, like the submissive girl you are.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” You eventually stutter out.

“Hmm, our little farmer likes her nipples touched, doesn’t she?” Genevieve slides her hand down your chest and stomach. Fresh slick pools at the apex of your thighs, legs instinctively widening as another bolt shoots across you. 

Ernest takes her words to heart, now sucking on your breast with a little more force. His teeth dig into the fattier part of your boob, tongue quickly darting across your nipple. It’s as if he’s testing to see if Genevieve is lying, that if he sucks hard enough you’ll eventually start leaking liquid ambrosia into his mouth. 

A thumb presses against your lips, Genevieves’ nails applying a gentle force that has you opening your mouth for her. She slides the digit across the flat of your tongue, watching as the saliva begins to pool at the sides.

“Such a good girl.” Genevieve's other hand pulls away from your sensitive tit, a whine caught in your throat as she then cups your wet pussy. Trails of slick stick to her palm when she pulls away, her gaze turning mischievous. “Look how wet she is, Ernest. She loves it.”

Ernest opens his eyes to see Genevieve's shiny fingers, glossy from just a single touch to your cunt. His groan rumbles against your chest, emboldened and grabbing at your other tit to replace Genevive’s hand. You moan, a fresh gush of wetness slicking up your lips.

  The hand on your cheek brushes against your jawbone, sharp nails pulling a shuddering shiver down your whole body. Genevieve cups your cunt once again, this time spreading open your pussy lips and letting your wetness drip from the center. Her thumb finds its place on your clit, already sensitive enough that just a touch has your hips jumping.

“Aww, so needy.” Genevieve purrs, nothing calming about it as she makes deviously slow circles onto your clit. The feeling combined with Ernest’s hands and mouth fiddling with your breasts has you biting your lip, desperate for something a little more. “Come on, Ernest. Join me down here.”

Ernest detaches from your chest with panting breaths, cheeks flushed almost purple as he moves his shaky hand down your body. Sweat and precum already cover his palm, making you realize he had begun jerking himself off as he played with you. 

Ernest’s fingertips are rougher than Genevieve’s, the manual labor of bulls callusing his skin everyday. The rough texture is sensuous against your weeping hole, practically beckoning him to force them inside. Genevieve's more active thumb doesn’t help, her slow build of speed making your legs shake. 

With his precum and your wetness, Ernest’s two fingers sink inside like a hot knife through butter. Him and you both moan at the feeling, your cunt clenching around his digits like a vice. The floorboard creaks as Ernest humps into the floor, just imagining that same grip around his cock. 

“Lets make our good girl, cum, shall we?”

It’s all the permission Ernest needs, desperation and lust palpable with his blown out pupils and panting breath. He pulls out all the way to his knuckle before sinking back in, fingers scissoring you open as he fingers you like a whore. The hand around your nipple resumes its playing, no longer gentle as he tugs and yanks on the sensitive bud. 

Genevieve is much more practiced and patient, her thumb quick yet precise as she rubs at your clit. She knows exactly the amount of pressure to apply, what exactly has you humping into her and Ernest’s palms. 

“Aww, look at that pretty face.” Genevieve says, her free hand now playing with her own pussy, the wet sounds of her fucking herself on her fingers revealing all. Her breasts push into your side, heavy and full of milk. They look aching, so tantalizingly close to your mouth….

It’s why, despite being in the haze of your pussy being spread open, you latch on and suck, hard. Genevieve makes her first squeak of the night, quick to slap your clit for the disobedience. But all that does is make you suck harder, jerk your hips into Ernest’s desperate fingers.

“Ha-ah, not so good after all, are you?”

You shake your head, eyes mischievous as you nibble on her taut nibble, savoring the small amount of milk that she releases. Genevieve rolls her eyes but doesn’t do anything to stop you, instead pushing her breast up and further into your mouth. Her hand resumes its place on her pussy and the other circling your clit. Ernest seems unbothered by the whole thing, still humping into the ground and transfixed with your tight cunt.

The stall quickly becomes a sweaty mess of your three bodies, air hot and thick, permeated by heavy breathing and moans as you all chase your high together. Milk has begun dribbling out your mouth and down your own chest, too much for you to swallow from suckling on Genevieve’s chest. Precum smears across the ground as Ernest desperately chases the friction on his cock, the fabric of his jean shorts and the feeling of your tight pussy enough to keep his horny self satisfied. Genevieve’s usually composed face beads with sweat, lips almost bitten through as she plays with your pussy and hers at the same time. All sense of shame and propriety has been lost, pleasure taking priority.

“Gonna cum~” You slur with a mouth full of boob, toes beginning to curl, the heat becoming overwhelming. “M-me too!” Ernest squeaks out, fingers growing sloppy as they squelch with each thrust.

“Let’s cum together.”  Genevieve pants, her own pussy now drenched and aching.

You and Ernest nod desperately, movements frantic as you all work to please each other and yourselves. It doesn’t take long, not when Ernest shoves himself between your breasts and sucks on your nipples.

“Hmmph!”

“Oh, gods!”

“Ah…ah!”

The writhing mass convulses all together, Ernest’s cum splattering on the floor and across your arched back as you and Genevieve both squirt, leaving trails of your juices all across the hardwood and your thigh. 

Ernests’ face finds itself in your stomach, catching his breath as his hand goes limp, still sheathed in your pussy. Genevieve lets herself rest her on the floor, boob popping out of your panting mouth as she too tries to regain her composure.

That leaves you in the middle, sweaty and numb as the aftershocks of your orgasm still rattle your brain.

Talk about a roll in the hay.

[scrapoddles]

barnmates

[sevenines]

LAPIS WAS GOING TO BE SADIE'S ROOMMATE AND SLEEP IN THE BATHTUB AS SHE WENT TO COLLEGE INSTEAD OF BARNMATES??

[gemharvest]

There are two old Ekurei posts of mine that still get interactions and it's very funny after how intense this FNF fixation has gotten. Cuz I'll see I have a notif and check it and instead of it being like, an interaction on my FNF fanart or any of the other dumb shit I reblog, it's someone liking one of two Ekurei posts I made well over a year ago now. Glad I could say something that still resonates with Ekurei fans but like. GOD does anyone else get how funny this is.

[shed-the-god]

Oral Fixation GF my beloved (also mecore lol) 💜

This is practically promo art for @gemharvest‘s fic

Go read it 👇🏾

[stupidtravelingcats]

Ok so so so, Fireheart dates Darkstripe to get Greystripe mad, Tigerclaw now has an open slot in the team evil™ so he makes Ravenpaw his right paw, making him Ravenclaw. So Ravenclaw has no way of meeting Barley, right?

Tigerstar still goes with the ally with Bloodclan plan, so what if, in this version of the events, Barley still was in Bloodclan? And so they meet again, the gay bois.

And they still become barnmates, after Tigerstar is brutally murdered, but they are evil now. If I remember correctly the barn is on the way to the moon cave thing. The moonstone path, yeah. So that's something to think about later.