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March 16, 2010 at 12:00 AM
Yay dear, this was absolutely adorable! Erotic and all, but the ending...! Haha, Lockdown such a devoted lover. Totally dig this story!
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February 16, 2010 at 12:00 AM
Hummm. Nice and steamy as always. And poor prowl. lol. Let's hope Lockdown never learns how to use a tatooing gun (whatever it's called) while Prowl is asleep. hee. :-D
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February 2, 2010 at 12:00 AM
So ... overly sweet and FLUFFY! Gosh, I just melt each time you upload
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February 2, 2010 at 12:00 AM
Awwww...pardon me while I melt away in fluffy bliss. ^-^
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January 15, 2010 at 12:00 AM
WOW. That was NIIIIIIICE....mwhahahaha. Totally love your Fanfiction.com fic and immediately went to this one! Can't wait til the threesome (or not?)! Keep up the absolutely riveting work!
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October 11, 2009 at 12:00 AM
So I FINALLY got around to reading this story (after reading all of Enoxx's gushing reviews) and LOVED it. Read the stuff over on FF.Net first, so this'd make sense. Prowl is such a prude, but hilarious as. I love Locky being portrayed as an albino. Best human/bot sex scenes! Will there be more?
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September 30, 2009 at 12:00 AM
BAHAHAHAHA! XD You have no idea how amused I am that /that/ was the cause of the first cheek-kissing...
Also... I think I need to draw Prowler in an oversized t-shirt now. >>; The mental imagery is just too tempting. X3
(Btw, I'm HitokiriKurisuta on FF.Net - pretty sure this is the first time I've reviewed for you over here, instead of just lumping the one for this in with the FF one. XD )
Also... I think I need to draw Prowler in an oversized t-shirt now. >>; The mental imagery is just too tempting. X3
(Btw, I'm HitokiriKurisuta on FF.Net - pretty sure this is the first time I've reviewed for you over here, instead of just lumping the one for this in with the FF one. XD )
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September 29, 2009 at 12:00 AM
Oh my God. OH MY GOD. They -- fluff -- wha -- and -- the CONNECTION, and -- shirt -- so -- AUGH!
Clearly, I do not have enough brain cells remaining to scrape together to form a coherent review. That would be because you've completely BLOWN THEM AWAY. They are GONE. 0_0
I opened this with a slightly above average amount of glee because, corny cliche chick-flicks be damned, I love nothing more than puttering around in one of Boyfriend Roddy's old and tattered concert tees. Honest. And, as I've already (slightly shamefully) admitted to you, I think about this story during RL far more often than is probably healthy, so of course my mind has connected the warm fuzzy feelings I get when I put on that favorite U2 shirt with the fraying edges and the little hole right over Bono's face to the warm fuzzy won't-admit-I-feel-this-way-nope-never lump of in-total-love mush that is Prowl, and the little fuzzies inside hum happily as they imagine Prowl walking around the house in Lockdown's slightly questionable shirts. So. Obviously, the made me SQUEE rather annoyingly to see.
But then YOU -- OH YOU. GOD. I had to go and fetch myself a bowl, I melted so much. This was just so bone-crushingly sweet. I... frag, just CANNOT GET OVER THIS. SRSLY. *wibble face*
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go raid Boyfriend Roddy's room while he is at work and steal back his shirts.
Clearly, I do not have enough brain cells remaining to scrape together to form a coherent review. That would be because you've completely BLOWN THEM AWAY. They are GONE. 0_0
I opened this with a slightly above average amount of glee because, corny cliche chick-flicks be damned, I love nothing more than puttering around in one of Boyfriend Roddy's old and tattered concert tees. Honest. And, as I've already (slightly shamefully) admitted to you, I think about this story during RL far more often than is probably healthy, so of course my mind has connected the warm fuzzy feelings I get when I put on that favorite U2 shirt with the fraying edges and the little hole right over Bono's face to the warm fuzzy won't-admit-I-feel-this-way-nope-never lump of in-total-love mush that is Prowl, and the little fuzzies inside hum happily as they imagine Prowl walking around the house in Lockdown's slightly questionable shirts. So. Obviously, the made me SQUEE rather annoyingly to see.
But then YOU -- OH YOU. GOD. I had to go and fetch myself a bowl, I melted so much. This was just so bone-crushingly sweet. I... frag, just CANNOT GET OVER THIS. SRSLY. *wibble face*
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go raid Boyfriend Roddy's room while he is at work and steal back his shirts.
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September 29, 2009 at 12:00 AM
Don't care, still want a gay albino Japanese baby. ;P
Eee, this is adorable. I love how comfortable they become by inches and degrees until Lockdown gets all hot and bothered just by Prowl wearing one of his shirts.
Also, lol, rent. XD
Eee, this is adorable. I love how comfortable they become by inches and degrees until Lockdown gets all hot and bothered just by Prowl wearing one of his shirts.
Also, lol, rent. XD
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September 22, 2009 at 12:00 AM
“I always liked riding shotgun.”
*face-palm number one*
“equipped with the most charming neo-nazi leather stud hat Agency funds could buy.”
*O_o face-palm number two*
“All it required was a little... in-depth negotiation.”
Dear Lord...*number three*
“You know any more—any that go with those pretty eyes?”
*headdesk....number four*
“C’mon, baby. I been watchin’ you squeak around in those pants for weeks. You’re drivin’ me crazy.”
Oh God!!! *laughs...number five*
“primly lifted himself onto the hood of the precious car, spreading his legs with a lusty creak.”
Shit...you’re killing me here!!! *number six*
“Prowl slid around and got onto his knees on the car with a cat’s grace, creamy ass raised just high enough to grab.”
ROFLMAO *number seven*
“Prowl frowned and thought about it, battered brain bumping into the sides of his head like a wandering goldfish.”
XD...can’t...breathe...*number eight*
That was hilarious...and very entertaining. When the conscience is away...the hormones will play. As lacking as Lockdown's imagination is, Prowl's mind is a corny, horny, cheesy beast.XD
*face-palm number one*
“equipped with the most charming neo-nazi leather stud hat Agency funds could buy.”
*O_o face-palm number two*
“All it required was a little... in-depth negotiation.”
Dear Lord...*number three*
“You know any more—any that go with those pretty eyes?”
*headdesk....number four*
“C’mon, baby. I been watchin’ you squeak around in those pants for weeks. You’re drivin’ me crazy.”
Oh God!!! *laughs...number five*
“primly lifted himself onto the hood of the precious car, spreading his legs with a lusty creak.”
Shit...you’re killing me here!!! *number six*
“Prowl slid around and got onto his knees on the car with a cat’s grace, creamy ass raised just high enough to grab.”
ROFLMAO *number seven*
“Prowl frowned and thought about it, battered brain bumping into the sides of his head like a wandering goldfish.”
XD...can’t...breathe...*number eight*
That was hilarious...and very entertaining. When the conscience is away...the hormones will play. As lacking as Lockdown's imagination is, Prowl's mind is a corny, horny, cheesy beast.XD