Mayhaps A Further Explanation Please, Ditheringtouhoufan? I Am Intrigued

Hi! I rlly don't know what to do😃 I might post some art I made on my phone on here to share sooo yea

I'll probably start with my smutty pics I made and THEN I'll show the rest I wanna share.

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Bee felt unsure about this,but he was the one to suggest it. Luckily, Grim would not go through this unless he gave his consent through words. They also have a safe word, so if Bee or Grim wanted to stop at any point in time, they just have to say it and they'll stop.

Bee was lying down, aft up, face down on his sheeted berth. His valve exposed to the hungry dinobot behind. Grimlock has done this many times before, licking his valve and eating him out. But this time, it's different. Bee knows what's coming next, and he is kind of ner- " O-oohhh frag.. nnng!" Grimlock's glossa swirled inside of his valve. Bee wants to look back, see what's happening but he doesn't like the look of himself looking so weak and vulnerable to ANYONE, it's doesn't matter, he always feels some slight uncomfortability. But he loves the feeling of being eaten out by Grim. Bee may not be into big bots, but he does love big, protective softies, like Grim.

"Aaahh... Primus" as Grim keeps swirling his glossa in and out as far as it can go, he teases Bee's anterior node. Just slightly putting pressure on it and moving two clawed digets around it. Be wants more of that feeling. Feeling of being eaten out and his node being rubbed sore. He craved more of it. Bee tries to buck his hips into the touch but, instead, gets none. Grim moves his head away from his dripping valve and his servo moves to his aft, cupping it slightly. Bee glares daggers at him, wondering why he withdrew from his entrance. "Why'd you stop?" Bee asked breathlessly, panting. "I mean, you are kinda needy for an overload. Why do you want it now, when you can have it later? While on my spike." Bee doesn't like it when Grim denys him an overload. "If you want it, you gotta beg for it." Grim moves his servo right above his valve but moves his other one to hold Bee in place. If Bee wanted this, he's gonna have to beg for it. "Nng! Please Grim... please" Grim knows what he wants, but he wants to hear him say it. "Please what? " Please... frag me Grim.. nn!" That's all he needed to hear. Grim slowly eases a diget into his valve, careful not to hurt him. As Grim reached his knuckle, he pulled out until his diget tip remained and thrust it back in. He kept this up at a fast pace, and he was rewarded with a variety of moans and whimpers from his sparkmate.

"Enjoying yourself Bee?" He was answered by a loud moan that escaped his throat. "Aah! Unn... Hah!" Such sinful sounds. Bee felt like he was close and as he was about to go over the edge Grim moves away. Now Bee is left panting, wondering why he left. But before he could ask, he could hear a slightly hiss. "You ready Bee?" Bee looked over and saw Grim's spike. Oh... that's why. Bee nodded a little too eagerly. Grim slowly breeched passed the swollen lips of his valve. "Aaahh... G-grim..! Nnnggh!" Grim kept slowly entering in until he was fully inside.

"O-ohh..." The two were still. No matter how many times they do this, Grimlock will always give Bee a few minutes to get used to it. When Bee had accomodated to Grimlock's girth, he gave the go ahead and the dinobot slowly started to thrust in and out of the yellow mech's valve. "Aah ah- o-ohh.. Primus Grim..." Once the larger mech had found a rhythm he sped up s little bit. "Aaahh! Frag.. Nngh..!" Bee moaned and whimpered and panted more and more and louder and louder as Grimlock picked up the pace. "Ah..! N-nngh! Hah.. hah.. mmn G-grim.. AH! m-more..." He pleaded. The smaller mech heared a deep, low almost predatorial growl from the bigger mech. The vibrations went through every bit of his frame and he picked up the pace more and more till they were hard and rough. Bee's moans grew louder and louder, if they haven't sound-proofed Bee's quarters the entire scrapyard could hear how Grimlock could reduce the lieutenant to a moaning, begging mess. When Grimlock's growls sounded deeper and more possessive, Bee knew he was close and so was he.

"A-AAH! G-GRIM! I-I'MAAH!! C-CLOOAAAH!" He couldn't finish his sentence because of how rough the taller mech was. Pounding him into the berth, fragging him silly. What would happen if he was in alt-mode? Could Bee survive that? He would be sore as slag though, he knew that much. Grim growled in response, agreeing that he is too close to his overload. "AAAHH! AH! U-UGH G-GAAAHH!!" Bee couldn't hold back any sounds. It's just too much. The rough, hard and fast thrusts of his sparkmate, the vibrations from above and the feeling of an overload. Bee's came first, when he climaxed, his inner walls clenched down, spasming and twitching. Grim soon followed after, thrusting a few more times before he overloaded inside his leader.

When they both came down from their high, the green mech transformed into his dino-mode. Bee looked behind him, just for a moment to see that his glossa is already hovering over his valve. His face dove into his pillow when that insanely large appendage licked over the surface of his swollen valve. He lapped at his entrance until Bee was begging for more. Bee doesn't like to beg, it's just not quite what he's into but when he's being fucked silly, he'll beg for more. "G-grim... Ah-! Please... p-please..." He said between breathless pants. The dinobot obliged and his thick glossa breached passed the wet lips of his hole and started to swirl inside until he was at his ceiling node and then some, the rest was stuffed inside of his gestation chamber. The fact that his glossa was able to reach that far was impressive, or was it amazing? Bee can't describe they feeling in his gut from the fact.

As bphis next overload started to build up, his thick glossa retreated back to it's owner. The smaller mech let out a whine of disappointment from the loss, but... this is it... this is what Bee wanted to try. No turning back now. He thought to himself as he looked up to see Grim trying to look down. Before he started to frag him, waited to see if he still wanted to do this. "It's okay, Grim.. you can go." Though the green dino mech would still stop if Bee said the safe word, he won't go gentle.

Grim's large spike was released from it's casing and pressurized in an instant. The green bot moved to insert his tip into the smaller's stretched out valve. He went in slow. At first, this felt amazing to Bee, the sheer girth of it felt good, almost overwhelming, until it did. When it got about half way in, it became too much for him. "AAAHH- W-WAIT!! AH-!" He stopped and waited for the go ahead or to be told to get out, he was ready for either one. Once Bee had accomodated to the much bigger shaft, he gave the green light. "Y-you can go..." Grim continued to enter Bee and stop when it had gotten too much, but as he went further in, lighting up all of his nodes, stops became less frequent.

It wasn't until his spike reached his gestation chamber when he realized just how big he was, he thought it was just a little bigger, only size difference was that it had more girth, and he didn't realize that the texture was different too, it's much more rough, and the bio-lights bulged out more. Guess he was too lost in pleasure to notice. Bee was knocked out of his thoughts when the large appendage entered his gestation tank and filled him up to the brim. He didn't stop till he was full sheathed inside of his warm, tight valve. He gave Bee a few more minutes to accommodate to his size.

When Bee was writhing underneath him, he started to move. Slowly at first, careful not to hurt him but when rhythm was found and care was lost, he started to pick up the pace rapidly. "AAAHH!! AH AH HAH A-AAH!! F-FUCK GRIM AH!" All Bee could make were loud moans and needy whimpers and curses while Grim started to frag him senseless. Grim's thrusts became rough and hard and fast and rapid and too much for Bee to handle. The pleasure was overwhelming, so much so that when Grim's spike twitches even just a little against his g-spot or ceiling node, he starts to see stars. And Bee underestimated how long his mate could go, and the yellow mech could feel his overload build up at an alarming rate, but Grim isn't fazed at all when it came crashing down on Bee. Bee's overload was one hadn't felt before, his valve gushed out more transfluid than usual. Well, it wasn't all transfluid, lubricant was leaking out too.

Bee feels limp and so overstimulated that he can't even make a coherent sound any more. Bee is way past his limits and he can't do anything as his whole frame is sore, but in a good way. But soon Grim had to overload, he hold it back forever. And as if his thrusts couldn't get any more rough, they did, and faster and harder and much, much more rapid. Bee's moans went up a notch to the point where his throat hurts. It was sore. Very sore and he was about to overload again but more powerful. Grim was also close, his growls were deep and needy. Grim thrusted a couple of times before he was fully set inside of the warm and tight cavern that was his lieutenant's valve. When his mate's climax hit, he was filled up to what his body will allow.

Bee wondered why his overload lasts longer in dino mode that bipedal? Oh... He thought, Grim's spike inflated, actually, a part inflated. His knot. And more transfluid came out and tried to make room in his already full valve and chamber. Bee's pants and whimpers went from pure pleasure and need to panic. His abdominal plating started to swell. He thought he might get knocked up after this. What will his team think? What will Optimus think? Will they hate him? Will Bee's worst nightmare come to life? What would happen? When the swelling stopped and the started to deflate, so did Bee's panic. Well... not all of it but down to a manageable level and where he can feel the pleasure start to take place again.

"You okay Bee?" Grim asked, wanting to know if he hurt him or not. "I'm... I'm okay, Grim just... tired." Grim nuzzled his helm onto the smaller mech's in a way to try and comfort him. Grim then started to move, slowly moving out of his mate's warm, and not-so-tight cavern. His spike came out with a slick pop and transfluid started to gush out, having no room left. Bee started to push down on the uncomfortable bulge is his stomach. Trying to get rid of as much fluid as possible. Grim helped by using his maw to push from different angles.

When it nothing would come out, Grim transformed back into root mode and nuzzled close to his lover. Bee returned the gesture and started to cuddle with him. I'll clean up later...

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

Chuffed

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

Kinktober Day 2: Sex Machine (TFP Ultra Magnus)

Word Count: 729

TFP Ultra Magnus X GN Cybertronian Reader

18+ tags: Teasing, orgasm denial, sex machine, and dom/sub.

Read more below the cut!

It was only a little mistake that lead to this scene laid out before you.

Ultra Magnus, Commander of the Autobots, laid on his front aft up and his legs spread to allow his valve to be accessed with ease. You stood off to the side of the berth where Magnus laid face down on. The machine positioned just behind him was prepped and read, the false spike on it was shiny with lube and charged for the session. All that was left as to prepare your lovely Commander for the machine.

Your servo cupped his valve, your digits just barely dipping into his hole teasing the sopping wet, twitching walls. A low groan answered your teasing, his optics shuddering as his frame slowly relaxed at the feeling of finally being touched. His plating shuddered as your digits slowly made a circular motion around the rim and tracing around the edge with a grin growing across your faceplate. Optics focused on his expression for any sign he was uncomfortable.

“Does that feel good, Commander?” You purred, your digits pushing further into him earning a loud grunt before an annoyed growl rumbled his chassis as he glared at you from the side, his optics flashing a warning look your way.

“Watch yourself, soldier.” He grunts. You ignored it and hummed with a grin as your digits move within him. You focus back on your digits start to make a come here motion within him to stroke the walls, searching for that patch where it would drive him crazy. The curling motions continued, pulling lewd noises from your commander as you searched for that one spot that would get his engine revving.

You only knew you had hit your target when his engine sputtered and the mech jolted against the berth, his thighs clamped down around your servo and he tensed as he moaned. His body shuddering as your digits continue to pleasure the Commander, rubbing against the spot that made his frame twitch and moan lewdly against the berth as your digits pulled explicit sounds from a mech who usually barely made any sound at all.

“Are you getting close, sir?” You tease the mech, feelings his valve constrict and pull you in further as he was building towards an overload. He didn't respond except with a grunt, you want to scold him for not using his words but decide that you could let him off the hook just once, for now.

You could feel his walls pulsing as he was getting closer and as he was getting towards the end of his building charge you removed your digits. The mech whined, yes whined, at the emptiness within his valve. His helm turned to look at you, offended and confused.

“Who said you could stop?” He growled. You simply smirked in return and answered his question with the machine whirring to life.

“I said so.” You reply, your servos grab his hips and position him perfectly for the false spike to catch. It entered with little issue as it was guided inside of him and the mech tensed as a rumble passed through his chassis. His engine hiccuping as the machine started to thrust without any resistance and filled his valve up. It started off slow, you wanted to savor his reactions to it as it slowly bobbed in and out of his pretty red and blue folds.

You waited until you could tell he was getting impatient. He turned to you and started to speak, “Will you stop teasing me and go fas- MNHAA~”

His vocalizer crackled as the speed turned up and started to thrust relentlessly inside of the mech. He gripped the berth below him and pushed his aft up closer to it as it hit deep inside of him. Each thrust of the false spike brought out a symphony of moans from the Commander as his intake hung open. Solvent drooled from his gaped expression and optics hazy as the overload he was denied earlier was growing stronger with each powerful thrust inside of him.

He could feel that coil about to snap when the machine stopped suddenly. His optics snap open and look at you with a desperation in which you return his look with a smug one. “Only good boys get to overload Commander. You're going to have to earn it.”

Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

I'm sorry for what you're going through :( Unfortunately, all I can do is reblog. I can't donate at the moment. I do hope you pull through and find a better life!

Poor Oppy😭😭

🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨

I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.

My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.

💔 The war took everything from us.

In just moments, my entire world collapsed.

My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.

My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.

Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.

We used to live a simple life.

We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.

Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.

Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.

Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.

This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.

We are now struggling to afford even the basics:

A home, food, medicine, and safety.

Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.

Even $10 💵 can help us:

Buy food for the children 🍞

Get essential medicine for my father 💊

Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥

Give them a small sense of safety

If you can’t donate, you can still help.

🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.

You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.

Chuffed

Help Naser & His Brothers Rebuild Their Future

My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr

We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.

🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.

Anyway. Here’s this thing.

if anyone wants her to be saying anything, feel free to throw in a request on this post or in my inbox.

[ID: A black and white digital drawing of Shockwave from Transformers Animated. The view is worms eye, looking up from about hip height. Shockwave’s eye is red, the only color in the piece, and looks down at the viewed. The right hand is raised slightly, to lower chest height, and one digit points downward. END ID.]

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