A Prettyass Millennial Femme, Fuckin Late Nights , Alcohol, MutherFuckin Deadlines And Bitchass Homework

Deadlines, fuckin targets, we all have fuckin them. Megatrons always bitching at me about when some new weapon design is ready for fuckin testing, or if I've designed the right strengtherned alloy for a space cruiser that Soundwaves working on too, or about the architectural designs for a base.

Fuck me, this takes fuckin time and work and I can't rush that shit.

It kinda makes some other people's deadlines seem a bit fuckin lame, especially as they won't get their asses shot if they don't come up with the goods.

Kinda fuckin reminds me of a time all of us went down the club on some fuckin rare downtime. I met a young student millennial robot femme who snuck some alcohol into the club to save fuckin money, we did that shit as students, I know I fuckin did back in the fuckin academy.

She was a superskinny gold build. Short and pretty facial features, full lips and an almost excessive wideass thigh gap - which is a new feature on female millennial builds. A bit lanky but sure had fuckin seems in all the right places and tight lookin as fuck. She flagged my fuckin radar the moment I fuckin clocked her. Novastorm tried to fuckin char her up and buy her drinks and shit. I can eliminate him very fuckin quick.

Well, she was with her fuckin dorm bots, mostly young guys looking to fuck anything they can, and havin no luck, especially with Decepticon warriors hangin around.

We got chatting about shit and she told me she had to submit some fuckin dissertation and some formula bullshit she ain't finished.

It was bad enough I fuckin had Novastorm tryin to fucking butt in and shit, but that weren't too fuckin bad cause she had taken a shine to me anyway so we soon got rid of Novastorm by fuckin ignorin him mostly, but he got the fuckin messege when she hugged me, so I put my arm around her. Novastorm finally fucked off.

I went to go find Skywarp to give him my weaponry and shit. He was sitting in the fuckin corner on his fuckin own, on his fuckin phone, fuckin texting. Just who's that fuckin interestin when you're in a fucking club, trying to fuckin score. Looked to me like he was trying to account to a femme.

That guys a lot like me, we keep things on the fuckin private. I reckon he's got a girlfriend but wants to keep things on the fuckin quiet. Only weird thing is, he normally tells me quietly, he ain't told me shit, so I don't know what he's fuckin up to.

This young girl wants me to go with her back to her fuckin single room apartment share. Kinda fuckin reminds me of barracks.

The place is fuckin shitty and run down, but her room was real fuckin nice. Usual fuckin student fare of posters all over the fuckin wall, bed, computer desk, fuckin illicit portable fuckin Energon cooker and mini fuckin fridge. Nice, I remember those fuckin days.

She kinda makes me fuckin nervous when she tells me that she's only lost her seal recently and has never dated a Seeker before. Not exactly two fuckin things you wanna hear in the same fuckin sentence.

You either end up pickin up the fuckin pieces after some guys broken her seal like a total fuckin asshole, or you end up in berth with someone who doesn't know what the fuck they're doing and have no fuckin clue. Not exactly how I want to spend a fuckin Friday night.

Well, there's a strict no guests policy on her fuckin building so I told her I got a nice fuckin place we can go, cause I don't want her to cop fuckin bullshit from her apartment share fuckin millennial bullshit mates.

She can't fuckin fly... At all, and her alt mode was small car so I was just going to hold on to her and fly her back to my place. but she, rather sensibly said she doesnt let guys take her to their places for safety. She said she knew her apartment share guys were total fuckin animals, but she knew she was safe in her room with them about. I fuckin told her she was safest with me point fuckin blank.

Well, she wastes no fuckin time making out and was all fuckin hands. Though she says she really shouldn't as she has some fuckin formulae to draw up and some to solve and she has an dissertation to fuckin write.

Her alloys so soft and I fuckin found her hugely kissable. But she keeps obsessing over her fuckin submission time and said she couldn't fuckin relax with that hanging over her.

I'm kissing her soft neck and she says she has to do her fuckin homework.

I mumble to her that I'll do her fuckin homework.

She gives me her fuckin netbook and I sit the fuck up in her berth and did the fuckin formulae first cause they're easy, then I quickly typed out a full fuckin dissertation in about fifty fuckin minutes, while she kept makin drinks.

Alcohol fueled with mounting sexual frustration ain't no way to prove a scientific problem on fuckin paper, but Imma do it.

Weird what you can fuckin do when fuckin motivated.

I was more fuckin worried about goin off the fuckin boil, but I really got into writin the fuckin dissertation.

Once that was done it was done she threw the quilt over us and we had quite the night. She was green yeah, but feisty and a bit freaky and wanted to do some weird fuckin shit. But I was down for most of that shit.

The next morning I awake from stasis to find she's kind of fuckin helpin herself to me...which is a little fuckin weird but hey, if she's down in the morning, then I'm certainly down in the fuckin morning, or any other time.

After another morning tryst, we venture out the fuckin room. I'm fuckin consumed by fuckin hunger cause my energy has near flatlined due to fuckin frequent overloading and I've overclocked my fuckin system.

I walk down the shitty rundownass narrow fuckin hallway and bump into a bunch of dumb lookin fuckhead millennial bots who are actting like assholes and failing to even toast Energon. They all fawn over me and shit and say they ain't never seen a fuckin military Seeker jet. I ain't got fuckin time for that fan shit from fuckin men cause I'm tired, hungry and my shoulders fuckin playing up again.

She tells me they're going to tease her about having a fuckin Seeker stay overnight. I told her that they're each probably as long as my finger so ain't got nothin on me... As she now knows.

We go for breakfast, before I head to base and she heads for campus.

Ofcourse when I fucking next see her she's got A grades with distinction even fuckin though her tutor told her that the fuckin writing style was radically fuckin different and suspected her but he had scanned onfuckinline and found she hadn't fuckin copied it... Cause it was all my own fuckin thesis and work.

I catch up with her again. Another fuckin deadline. She's stressed out and worried about crashing out of her fuckin degree course.

I do her next fuckin paper.

I know...

How do I get myself into this fuckin shit.

Don't get me wrong, she's a real, real... Real nice fuckin girl. But somethings takin the fuckin shine off this fuckin thing.

I ask my close buddy Skywarp. He fuckin tells me it's my fuckin fault in the first place for lettin her fuck me instead of letting her do her fuckin studyin.

Skywarp also fuckin tells me that I'm doin somethin worse in effectively gettin her a degree that she don't deserve and that she won't understand the fuckin subject matter.

Meaning that she may (as Skywarp put it) ".. end up gettin employed into the Decepticons one day as a scientist and not know what the fuck she's doin...but suck a good dick."

Yeah... Like we need ANOTHER FUCKER like that in the Decepticons. That fuckin jobs been fuckin taken by Starscream.

I remember a professor of Starscream's always maintained that his flawless papers were writ in a similar "flowery fashion" as another student, Jetfire.

I didn't go to the academy with Starscream or Skywarp cause of our age differences, but we all went with Jetfire, because he spends his life in further education.

He finishes one degree or masters in this and and rejoins next year for that. So we've all studied with him

Until one year, he met Starscream as a young academy student. That was pretty much it. They were inseparable and all of a sudden, Starscream starts getting distinctions and early top marks passes.

Now we all know how that went fuckin down. We all bet that Jetfire begged Starscream and probably straight up offered to do all his work if Starscream will have a relationship with him. Jetfire used to foot the fuckin bill for everything and take Screamer out to eat and shit. That guys so desperate for Starscream that we're sure he's obsessed with him. Why he's so queer for Starscream is anyone's guess.

Then, also Jetfire would hand his work in about three days after it was set, where as originally, he would have it all finished and ready the next day.

Also, cause of my fuckin rota and her only bein free on the fuckin weekends, its starting to feel like I'm goin over twice a month, end up doing this mutherfuckin homework and gettin laid for it. That ain't cool. I am not fuckin down. That takes away my fuckin accomplishment in gettin with them.

I tell her that I think we should hook back up after she's fuckin graduated. She tells me I got all wrong and takes it fuckin hard, and it ain't cool but it's fuckin better then this fuckin situation.

What the real fuck.