#sleeping bag

[toadalled]

A sleeping bag dragon that hoards blankets and plushies in its tum tum.

[oreosandcreamfilledmangos]

Charlotte sleeping bag by Movic.

Set to release June 2024 for 13,200 yen (about $89 usd)

[halloween-sweets]

[bebemoon]

look for the name EVIE (requestd by @blubbingbeautifully) | wildfox soft pink angel-wing knit jumper w/ baby pink ruffle-hem midi skirt from the "into the wild" lookbook ("daydream" 2o13 pre-fall collection), free people: we the free "dusty" leather buckle boots in brown, la ma r shell hair barrettes, orris water "kindred" eau de parfum ("a nostalgic vintage leather scent, saffron and amber marry the green notes of vetiver, warmed mossy trees with a hint of tonka bean"), lulie wallace "pleasing poppies" sleeping bag

[virginia-the-opossum]

So because real opossums like to carry sticks and leaves with their tails, to build a nest with. I keep imagining anthro-opossums holding their sleeping bags and pillows with their tail on the way to a sleepover.

@sasspossrilla @possumgirlbulge @vposs @nicopossum

[adibballboy]

Dazzle shorts are perfect for summer camping 😉

[breadxrust]

GOT HIS SLEEPING BAG!!!

[300yearschallenge]

Historical Sleeping Bag

A simple and cheap sleeping bag for all your historical sims.

This is a standalone recolour of the Growing Together adult sleeping bag.

It comes in one swatch (but if you wish to add more you're welcome to uwu)

DOWNLOAD (Google Drive)

ALT: SFS

[ianbeck]

Well, whatever the relationship between them is, it’s not as strong as mine is with him! 😤😤😤

[menwithjacket]

[fucksurass]

@buttfrovski says naughty kids go in this "bad boy"

Craig did the no-no finger. Thats a naughty Craig. Bad Craig bad! You have no rights!

[piggiebelles]

You’re invited to a piggy sleepover! Bring your sleeping bag and we’ll tell piggy stories and eat lettuce 🥬

[crazy-snake]

Day 5 - Camping

Swap and Ink went camping, this is how it's going currently!! Cuddled up in their sleeping bags by the fire!! ^^

[gassywill]

(Pt 1) The Gassy Master - Meet Up

/ Story based a little on truth and what me and Jake actually get up too, but might make this a series - includes farts, burps, cum \

I didn’t know what to expect, I met the guy online. Jake was his name, he was cute and very kinky and he had a fart fetish which I kinda liked the idea of as it sounded pretty controlling and a fitting punishment for me. I hadn’t really done much with guys, I am not really into the usual stuff like anal, I just wanted to be controlled by someone, however I didn’t quite know what that would look like.

That’s when I found him, I was on Tinder and as I was swiping through then this brown haired guy smiled out of the screen at me. He was cute, and way out of my league. I scrolled down the see his profile:

“Looking for my next victim, think you can handle being used for hours on end? Swipe right.”

I did just that. I waited, and waited then about a week later we matched and he messaged me:

“Hey bitch, so you think you could take it?”

I was in shock, having never done anything like this is hesitantly replied, “yes” he snapped back with “yes, what?” I didn’t quite know what he meant, he then replied again saying “you should say yes master” I agreed, as I typed messages back and forth by dick throbbed.

We eventually decided to meet, on Saturday. It was Friday. To say I was scared was a MASSIVE understatement.

I walked into his apartment with my overnight bag, being optimistic I had packed for a night. He lead me into his room, Jake’s massive ass bouncing up and down as he walked around. It’s at this point to mention he was even hotter in person, like just cute. I would not have expected him to be like what he was.

The bed was in the centre of his room, on the bed was a very thick sleeping bag to the side of it were leather handcuffs and then a gas mask. This made me more nervous, sure he told me what he was gonna do to me, but I didn’t really believe it. Until now.

He looked at me and said “you sure about this” I replied quietly with “yes” he looked at me, anger building in his face he ran towards me and thew me against the wall, pinning my neck with his muscly arm. He said “what?” I didn’t know what he meant. He went in to kiss me, as I closed my eyes and opened my mouth slightly I felt him belch right down my throat “wtf” I said, he looked at me and went “wtf master you mean” keeping a strong tight hold.

He held my head and belched towards my nose once more, this smelling even more awful. He looked right into my eyes and said “call me master, or I will publish you harder” I nodded to agree.

Wasn’t going to make that mistake again. With the taste and smell of his disgusting burp still lingering he gestured over to the bed, saying the words “strip for me”. I took off my clothes and waited for my next instructions.

He came over and attached the leather handcuffs to my hands and feet, I wasn’t free anymore. He dragged me over to the bed, and told me to get into the sleeping bag. It was quite cosy being honest, felt nice against the skin but stank of rotten eggs and weeks old dry cum.

He slowly zipped up the bag, with a little laugh as he did it. He looked down and said “right bitch, it’s time for me to unload this gas I’ve been holding in” I was a bit scared and asked by master if we could wait a few minutes before starting.

Instead of doing that, he took his socks off, they were meant to be white I think, but the whole bottom was brown. I could smell them from here. He told me to open wide, after what happened with the burp I didn’t was to refuse.

I opened my mouth and he stuffed his sock in, fuck. It tasted bad. So bad, I can’t even begin to scribe the taste it was just rotten. I tried spitting it out, but he held my mouth shut. He grabbed some gaffa tape and bound my mouth shut.

I was now silent, not able to protest the stinky torture I was about to endure. He reached over me and grabbed the gas mask, as I shook my head in protest thinking he would listen the grin on his face grew.

Had he done this before? He must of. But he was so excited for it to happen, I was beginning to regret what I had agreed too. I was secured, no escape in a thick sleeping bag, gagged with his dirty sock and now having a gas mask fitted to my face.

I could see out the eye holes of the mast, my view was mostly restricted. I felt him sit next to me, I looked up and could see him, he looked like he was towering over me, he was still hot even after all this.

I felt him attach a tube to the bottom of the gas mask, as I breathed the smell was ok. Then all of a sudden the smell and feel of the air changed, the air was warm and smelt a little eggy. I thought, this is it, I think I can handle this.

He looked down and said “ready bitch boy?” I then realised that smell was just his ass, not a fart. Shook my head, he smiled and let out a massive bubbly fart down the tube, I heard the sound of it, then the smell hit me in waves.

It was TOXIC, absolutely vile. I had no choice to inhale it, my mouth full of his disgusting socks. I screamed, muffled by his socks and forced to breath in his deadly air, the eye holes started to condensate making it very difficult to see anything.

I tried to move but I was stuck, then he ripped another vile fart down the tube, this time was even worse than last time. This is the moment I felt his hand go down to my dick. Through the sleeping bag he touched my dick rubbing it, making me harder and harder.

He was basically wanking me off to his deadly gas, but he was very good at this. It felt so good, but the smell was so bad. He ripped even more farts, each louder and stinkier than the last. It was gross, I was screaming my dick getting harder and harder as he used it, until… I came. It felt amazing although that was short lived as a massive SBD ripped down the tube all I could do was smell it, I didn’t hear it coming. Just the toxic wave of air made it so much worse. It was this moment I passed out cold.

Who want’s part two? Comment below.

[crassussativum]

@turianspeedjunkie

Mav bought a sleeping bag and a thin pillow, and an extra blanket. Once he’d calmed down anyway. Once he could breathe easily again without feeling like his lungs were going to take off like air balloons or some other dumb shit like that. It didn’t used to be so bad. When he got worked up like this. When the... he didn’t even know what to call it. He’d never done the thing you were supposed to do when it felt like your plating was crawling off with the thoughts in your head. He’d never talked to a doctor. He’d always just hidden it. Expertly, he’d thought, but he didn’t seem capable of hiding it from Dius. The fucking bastard. No, no that was wrong. It wasn’t Dius’ fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Mav knew he just needed to keep a tighter leash on himself or the Captain was going to find out just how unhinged he really was.

So he bought a sleeping bag, a pillow and an extra blanket and carried it back to the small safe-house under his arm. He’d use it, he wouldn’t ask Dius to. He just hoped it made a difference.