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Charlotte sleeping bag by Movic.
Set to release June 2024 for 13,200 yen (about $89 usd)
#madoka magica#puella magi madoka magica#pmmm#pmmm charlotte#charlotte pmmm#anime merch#merchandise#merch#Madoka Magica merch#sweets witch#sweet witch#sleeping bag
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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
#possum#opossum#furry#sleep over#sleeping bag#sleep over with the possums#weird#opossum furry#nature is cool
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Dream of Me | Pairing Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Summary: In the dark of the night, temptation beckons. You make a silent vow to share your secret with Joel when he wakes tomorrow, but for now, you find yourself unable to resist this opportunity, much like the pulse between your thighs.
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI | W/C: ~2.4K
Warnings: Joel isn't aware he is fucking reader, so I'm labeling this as non-con, although I could also make a case that this is dub-con. Somnophilia. Unprotected P in V. Creampie. Sleeping bag sex. It’s basically PWP. There is an age gap, but it's not specified (make it your own). No use of Y/N, no use of daddy. For immersability, the reader has no major physical descriptions/graphic is for vibe purposes only.
A/N: April 2024 Update: ya'll ever go back and read some of your first stories and cringe? Yeah, well I did. I decided this one needed some love, so I've added in about an extra 1k. As a bonus surprise, I've continued this story. How will Joel react when he finds out what he's done? Part 2 is linked below.
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In the shadowed quiet of the night, a soft moan threads through the stillness, stirring you from the depths of sleep. It's a moment suspended in time, where the fog of unconsciousness slowly lifts, allowing you to piece together the unexpected reality you've found yourself in.
Pressed closely against you is Joel, his presence unmistakable. The breadth of his frame envelopes your back, his thick arms encircling your waist. You're both lying on your side, entwined in a way that suggests intimacy, yet underlined with a hint of awkwardness that comes from unintended closeness.
You and Joel have been sharing a sleeping bag for the past couple of weeks since yours decided to grow legs and walk off to who the fuck knows where.
It’s mid-April, and while your skin is sun warm during the day, the nights are a different story. Once the sun dips below the horizon and the embers of the fire fade, you crave a warmth only he can seem to provide. Skin on skin, bodies pinned together under the nylon.
If you had it your way, you’d go to sleep in nothing but your bra and underwear, but Joel was quick to squash that idea.
“You’re asking for trouble, sweetheart.”
“Oh come on, Joel. It’s no different than a swimsuit.”
“The fuck it is, it’s bad enough that we have to share a bag, can’t have you half-naked on top of it.”
“Fine,” you sigh.
“Fine.” He thought that was the end of it, until —
“Can you at least take off your jeans? They’re dirty.”
It took some negotiation on that one, but he finally came around. Joel knows that you have a crush on him, but he’s never acted on it and swears to himself that he never will. You deserve more, better, anything but the man he’s become. But god, you make it fucking hard. Hard for him to behave, hard for him to keep his hands to himself, but above all, you just make him hard.
He’s usually good about finding time, even if it’s just minutes, to take care of himself. But it’s been over a week, and the war he rages with his cock every night is one he’s starting to lose. Each sunset ushers in another round of relentless conflict, drawing him closer and closer to the edge of temptation.
In the day it’s easy to lock away the thoughts of all the things he’d like to do to you under lock and key in his mind, to focus on the tasks at hand, to focus on keeping you safe, keeping you alive.
And it works, because you think all he sees you as is something delicate and fragile, innocent, but his cock hard at your back has you feeling anything but.
His fingers dig into the meat of your hips and clench around your pelvis. He’s not putting much weight into it, but his hold is still strong enough to leave imprints on your skin.
A deep groan vibrates through his chest, followed by a needy whine that goes straight to your core. Joel moves closer like he’s trying to absorb you into his body. His weight and the jerky movements of his hips are enough to force your body to roll over onto your belly. His hips start grinding hard against your ass like he’s trying to get deeper, closer.
Another breathy moan weaves itself between a snore and a sentence murmured in half-sleep, your name lingering on the edge of coherence.
Is this really happening right now? You pinch yourself just to be sure.
Joel nuzzles closer to your neck, burying his face in your hair. You feel his breath hot on your back, the warmth of his lips gently parted on your skin. He nibbles at your shoulder, causing a sharp twinge of pain to run through you, straight to your pussy. Your walls clench harder around nothing, and your inner thighs start to feel sticky from your arousal.
He feels so strong lying on top of you like this, just taking whatever pleasure he can from you. You know this is wrong, but it excites you way more than it should, to be used like this without him even knowing. You’re sure that he would be horrified if he knew how he was treating you right now. The thought makes you even wetter.
“Fuck,” you moan, not loud enough to wake him.
It would be so easy to just spread your legs a tiny bit, to reach down and move your panties to the side, to drag the fabric of his underwear down and let him have his way with you.
But that would be wrong, stupid, even.
This is wrong.
He doesn’t know what he’s doing and you know he’ll hate himself for it in the morning, but fuck, you want him so much. Even if he’s not consciously aware of what he’s doing, you can’t help but feel like he wants it to.
The opportunity to feel him like this might never arise again.
The protective, in-control you know isn’t home right now, instead the touch-starved, needy dark passenger you know lives within him has come out to play, and you want so badly to be wrecked by him.
The risks outweigh the benefits, but fuck it —
You slowly shimmy and drag the thin fabric of your panties down to your thighs. If he wakes up you could always play the innocent, pretend that he did all this while you were still sleeping, but you already know you wouldn’t be able to lie to him like that; even if you did, he’d see right through it.
It’s one thing doing this, taking advantage of Joel’s wet dream to satisfy yourself, but you will not lie to him about it. You’ll tell him the truth when he wakes up. You will.
You think you’re going to have to drag Joel’s underwear down, but much to your surprise, you realize he’s wearing the kind with the entrance at the front. Thank fuck for that.
As he continues to grind against you, you reach your hand back and in through the slip in the fabric and feel the soft silk of his skin, the coarse hair that rests at the base of him. You can’t see it, but from the feel of it, you can tell he’s big. So much so that you wonder if he’ll even fit through the opening of the fabric. It takes some doing, but you manage to make it work. You position his cock at a good angle, and feel his precum, all warm and sticky, beading at the tip of him.
It’s a dizzying feeling, to feel his bare cock pressed up against you, so desperate to find a home inside your warm cunt.
You pause, listening for any sign that he’s going to wake at the new sensation. Once you’re confident he’s still in dreamland, you spread your legs and adjust your hips under him, lining his cock up just right with your dripping folds.
The head of his cock only barely manages to slip past your outer lips, searching for that place where the resistance will give in and be replaced with pleasure.
Suddenly it all feels too real, and you have a brief moment of reconsideration. Just as you’re about to find a way to shy away from under him and slip your underwear back on, a deep groan reverberates through his chest. It’s throaty and needy, like his body can sense your hesitation, and is doing everything in its power to convince you to give in.
You can’t help it. You just can’t stop yourself. The sounds he’s making, the way he’s holding onto you like his life depends on it, makes it impossible to deny him, and yourself, much longer.
“Please don’t wake up Joel, please don’t wake up…” you silently whisper before your legs slide to the edges of the sleeping bag, permitting just enough space for you to fully bare your dripping cunt to him.
The new position allows Joel’s hips to move closer to yours and the mushroom tip of his cock slides right up against your wet and waiting hole. It presses in about an inch before he pulls back with a whine. He thrusts a few more times, but every time he never sinks deeper than the first inch.
You gently bow your back, tilting your hips up ever so slightly, and reach your hand back, guiding him in. You know it won’t be hard for him to glide in with how wet you are, all he needs is to find the right position. Using your fingers, you press on the side of his cock, and a second later he’s bottoming out with a quick snap of his hips.
“Joel, Fuck —” you moan, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. The stretch of him is intense. A moan escapes your lips, and you know you’re not going to get a moment to adjust to his size. If he was awake, he might be a bit more considerate, give you a second to accommodate the thickness of him, but he’s not. You muffle your sounds by biting into the flesh on your forearm, willing the subtle taste of salt and dirt to distract you from the dull burn you feel below.
The jerky grinding snaps of his hips return at full force. There’s no finesse to the way he fucks you, no gentleness or soft caresses – he’s using you for his pleasure, blissfully unaware of the bruises he littering all over your shoulders and hips.
Your only function to him right now is to be a tool for his pleasure, to be a hole for him, and you couldn’t be more turned on by the thought, even if you tried.
“Yes Joel, fuck, fuck me like you mean it,” you encourage him softly.
You know he can’t hear you, but the words come naturally, making you feel powerful; like you’ve played some role in getting him to this point. He’s always in control, always on, never letting anything slip. And thank god he is, it’s a necessity of survival, a skill you don’t have. But right now you’re relishing in the fact that you feel like you’ve gotten him to be like this, that you’re the one calling the shots for once.
You’re not just being used, you’re allowing him to use you.
It’s not going to last long. You know that.
Sometimes you hear him jacking off next to you in the middle of the night, but god knows how long it’s been since he’s had the warmth of a pussy.
You start to feel his body tremble and tense. If he were awake right now, you’d hope he’d be cursing your name and trying to hold on until you had come, but he doesn’t. He never slows down and never loosens his grip on you, he just continues to take and take and take.
He slams himself into you for a final time, flooding milky white ropes of his cum inside your walls. He’s deep, every inch of him is inside of you, and the thought of him so deep, holding all of his cum inside of you, causes the coil in your belly to tighten even more. When he’s done he doesn’t roll off you, instead, he goes limp, almost like he’s fallen further into his sleep state.
His cock doesn’t disappear instantly either and that’s what makes you silently curse again. You didn’t get to finish and your pussy is clenching around him desperately. God, you want so badly to come.
His hips still grind against your ass with the aftershocks of his pleasure, providing small pangs of arousal that keep you on the edge, but not enough to get you to where you so desperately want to go. His body is dead weight against you.
Frustrated doesn’t even begin to describe how you are feeling. And to top of off, you’re lightheaded from the lack of oxygen your lungs can take in, and your heart is thrumming in your chest.
You’re so close. So fucking close.
You manage to shift just enough for your hand to find a way to your dripping pussy. You press a couple of fingers to your clit and tilt your hips up, making Joel’s softening, but still semi-hard cock slide deeper into you.
You begin the slow climb towards the cliff of your orgasm, slowly fucking yourself on Joel’s cock and rubbing your clit. It doesn’t feel as great as when he was thrusting into you, but his cum trapped inside you makes the slide of his cock so much more pleasurable against your g-spot. A little bit of him dribbles out with each thoughtless thrust, adding to the wetness that makes your fingers circle easily over your aching bud.
Your mouth once again finds your forearm as you get closer, the perfect gag to muffle your sweet whimpers. Your walls clench tighter around Joel, making him whimper from overstimulation, but you don’t care. He got his, and now it’s your turn.
You work tight circles on your clit and you finally feel the pressure build to a point that it has to release. Your orgasm blossoms inside of you, and you let the undertow of pleasure lull you deeper into the ground, melting under the weight of him.
Seconds turn to minutes, and you feel sleep make a slow creep up into your fucked out muscles. The warmth of Joel still on top of you, the pressure of his body on yours, and his cum slowly dripping out of you, lulls you nearly to sleep.
You’ll tell him tomorrow, you think to yourself, moments before giving in and letting your heavy eyelids fall closed.
But you have a feeling he’ll figure it out for himself.
PART 2
Tagging some authors/moots who have inspired me through your writing or sweet disposition this week, thanks for giving me the horny boost I needed to get some stuff out. @toxicanonymity @josephquinnswhore @sydneyinacoma @strang3lov3 @endlessthxxghts @cavillscurls @fettuccin-e
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#joel miller x female reader#joel miller tlou#somno k!nk#sleeping bag#joel miller fanfic#pedro stories#joel miller fic#joel miller x you#we all love a good one sleeping bag trope#pedrohub
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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)
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sleeping bag - object & poses
Hi! Today i'm sharing some sleeping bags and poses! I figured we really lack in cc when it comes to sleeping bags, so i decided to make my own... And i also made a LOT of poses for them :) I hope you'll like them :3
The object set includes 3 objects: pillow, closed sleeping bag and opened sleeping bag(for poses). And they have 10 swatches. Pillow can be mixed&matched:
The pose pack includes 21 solo poses total:
Download patreon (free for everyone)
public release - november 3rd
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@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!
#south park#artists on tumblr#art#digital art#southpark#craig tucker#sleeping bag#starfish#bad kids#craig south park#sp craig#craig of the creek#in trouble#middle finger
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You’re invited to a piggy sleepover! Bring your sleeping bag and we’ll tell piggy stories and eat lettuce 🥬
#sleeping bag#piggy sleepover#piggiebelles#guinea pig#cavyblr#cavy#cavylove#guinea pigs#guineapigs#guinea piggy#minty#mint piggy#minty belle
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Ein Schlafsack darf natürlich auch nicht fehlen
Of course, a sleeping bag should not be missing either
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(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.
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@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.
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FELISSIMO 2013-'14 kraso: （クラソ）秋と冬 発刊
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The Brother in his "sleeping bag" taking a nap while appearing deceased. He likes to be enclosed, being wrapped makes him feel more secure.
The other day someone wanted to get into the space the sleepy bag takes up, so propped the bed up on the chair next to it... and forgot to put it back down.
Apparently this did not dissuade the Brother. We are not exactly sure how he accomplished this.
Potato Sack Man.
Reinforced, to avert disaster.
the Brother, Silken Windhound and Potato Stuffing
#the Brother#silken windhound#sighthound#photozoi#original photos#2-2024#stuffed potato skin#clam shell bed#sleeping bag#weird things my dogs do
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"Can I use an emergency blanket in place of a sleeping bag?"
This question comes up from time to time in the Ultralight backpacking community. So, I did a not smart thing and gave it a go. (I used an SOL XL emergency blanket for the experiment.)
My first test was in Oregon, 3 nights with a low of 45-50F temperature. Then in Washington, two nights with a low of 35-40F-ish.
My takeaway? Don't replace a sleeping bag with an emergency blanket. Even with safeguards in place, this can be dangerous.
The details below.
For my Oregon trip, I didn't bring a tent. (I generally don't unless Im expecting rain. And chances were at 5% this trip. My friend brought one though, should I need it.)
The first night, my bedding was a 1/8" EVA foam pad folded in half, over an inch of pine needles and other forest debris.
Wearing every piece of clothing with me, I was too cold to sleep. The emergency blanket was slippery. Every small shift, some part of my body came uncovered.
To increase the insulation, and hopefully hold the bag better in place around me, I put my feet in my clothing stuff sack, and cinched it closed. Then I crawled as deep as I could into my pack liner (a plastic garbage bag). And finally, I stuffed my swadled feet and legs into my backpack. It helped. But, it still wasn't a pleasant evening.
The air was saturated. I didnt sleep well. Two minutes of rain reached me through the dense tree cover. The warmth ebbed with the hours. Condensation was gathering in both the trashbag and the emergency blanket, slowly soaking into my clothing. It was leaching my heat even under the emergency blanket.
Sorry folks, I don't remember the details of second night.
The third evening was less bad. The pine needles were at least 4 inches deep. I left more of the miniature pine cones in place under my foam pad to add airpockets to trap more heat. The temperature was up, and the air was not so saturated.
For my Washington trip earlier this year, It was supposed to be 10 degrees F warmer than my last trip. And with innovations to improve the experience: a velcro taped footbox for the emergency blanket, a tent, and a Sea to Summit Max Reactor sleeping bag liner. With google at the helm and us unaware that more than one campground shared the same name, we arrived to the wrong place, hours off course. It was late, we decided to stay.
The weather here was colder and wetter than planned. The first night, I was miserably, but still tolerably, cold.
The day next day was pleasantly warm. I even gained a slight sunburn. But by the second evening, the temperatures had dropped. It was even colder than the night before. I employed all of the insulation strategies from my Oregon trip. Ideas even brought my sit pad into the liner with me. The condensation gathered, it soaked into my clothing.
By 3am, I was shivering violently. I was well-hydrated, I'd eaten through my high calorie snacks, I'd done crunches to generate extra body heat. Signs pointed towards a growing risk of hypothermia. It was time to implement the next safety guard: my friend's extra sleeping bag liner. It was silk, but it was something. If that was insufficient, the plan was to get into my friend's tent with them and their dog, and share my friend's sleeping bag.
The extra sleeping bag liner tipped the scale. But only just. I layered the emergency blanket between the two liners, and fell into a fitful sleep. (Important to point out, by this point there were no weight savings over my sleeping bag.)
Waking before the sun was fully up, I left a note and walked along the lake to warm up.
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