>>11245
Well, fine. If Spandex Lad wasn't going to move his ass voluntarily, Tony was going to freak him out until he ran screaming into the night. Time to give it the old college try . . . or, rather, the old high school parking-maneuver . . .

Tony faked a yawn, stretching his arms above his head. Nonchalant, but trying not to burst out laughing, he dropped his left arm behind Pete's back, his thumb just barely brushing his teammate's shoulder.

Of course you couldn't get a nudge past Cap. Steve glanced over quickly, surprise clear in his eyes. Tony rolled his eyes, nodding slightly towards the oblivious Pete.
"Ha ha, that dude just got owned," Pete said, chucking a piece of stale popcorn at the TV set.

"I know," Steve mouthed, and shrugged slightly.

Tony winked and nodded towards Pete again. Steve's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed. "No way," he mouthed. Tony rolled his eyes. Steve rolled his back.

>>11246
"Hey, easy there, fellas," Pete piped up unexpectedly. "I'm starting to feel as crowded as I did that one time at prom, when I got stuck between two jocks at the dancefloor and one of them turned out to-"

"You didn't go to prom, Parker," said Tony good-naturedly.

"Did too," he protested. "What, you think I wasn't one of the cool kids?"

"I'm not touching that," said Tony. He could feel the vibrations of Steve's low rumbling laugh through the back of the couch.

"And yet you're not moving," said Pete presently.
That's right, he hadn't moved. But neither had that nit, Parker . . .

. . . Peter Parker . . . slim, gymnastic Peter Parker . . .

. . . wasn't moving either.

Oh, fuck.

>>11247
Tony glanced back at Steve. Unsurprisingly, a flush was rising up Steve's neck to pinken his cheeks. That was always so fucking adorable--he was such an all-American Boy Scout sometimes. It only made it that much more fun when Tony shocked the hell out of him in bed.

What the hell. They had already hit the gay jokes, right? He and Steve hadn't been flying that far under the radar for the past couple weeks, right? Peter Parker was MARRIED, right?!

Okay, Tony Stark, he thought to himself. Figure out if that fucker Parker set you up later. Focus on angling for a three-way NOW.

Time to go for broke.
Aw, hell, he was really doing this.

Of course, if he screwed up, it would cause potentially irreparable damage to the fabric of the team . . .

. . . he wouldn't screw up. Peter Parker was sitting there ruminating on cheap popcorn like a fucking cow, laughing at stupid jokes on late-night television while NOT in the presence of his wife, and Steve Rogers was giving him some mighty fine doe eyes from across the way.

Suddenly, the practicalities of the matter dissipated in the face of the biggest thought looming in Tony's mind--the thought that was practically lit up in neon, flashing Christmas lights, and heralded with its own theme tune:

"FUCK YEAH, THREESOME!"

>>11248
Tony let his hand drop down to Peter's shoulder. When Pete didn't move, Tony got bold enough to slide his thumb over the collar of the Spider-Man costume to reach the promised land: The warm, smooth skin of Pete's bare neck.

He slowly dragged his humb up the side of Pete's neck. Warm . . . soft . . . his chance at seducing an unknown quantity. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Steve flick his tongue out over his lower lip nervously.

Tony's main attention was focused on Peter, whose eyelids were starting to flutter like a girl's. Parker's mouth dropped open slightly, and Tony could hear that the each breath he took was raspier than the one before it.

Aw, yeah. Tony allowed himself a small private smile. He was good. He still had it.

He leaned over to Pete's ear, noticing with pleasure the slight tremble of his teammate's lower lip. "Hey Spider-Dick," he whispered.

"Nnnngh," said Parker.

Tony increased the pressure of his thumb below Pete's jawline, tilting his face closer. "Wanna try that one again?"

>>11249
Pete blinked rapidly. "Nnnhh . . . uh, what happens in the clubhouse stays in the clubhouse, right?"

"Unless you want to get M.J. in on it later, that's the plan," Tony breathed.

"Oh god," whimpered Pete. "That is so fucking hot."

"Isn't it though?" said Steve unexpectedly, and pushed Pete into Tony's lap.
It wasn't like Pete put up much of a fight. In fact, his main flaw was that--juvenile as ever--he persisted in trying to do too many things at once: He shoved his face into Tony's crotch and mouthed at his boner through the fabric, he tried to pull Steve down onto him without undoing his body armor first, he even started dry-humping the couch by accident.

"Okay, okay, geez," yelped Tony, hauling Pete off his crotch before he could do any permanent damage. "Repressed much?!"

"Sorry, sorry," said Pete, making another dive for his goal. "I guess I need to get out more-"

"Don't worry, I can handle this," said Steve. "I have a lot of experience getting Tony out of his armor--I think I can figure this out." He pushed Pete back down into the couch. "Tony, would you hold his arms down for me?"

>>11250
"Oh Jesus," yelped Pete. "Is this seriously happening to me?!"

"If you'd shut up for ten seconds, sure," said Tony, and yanked Pete's arms. From here, he could straddle Pete's shoulders while Steve--Jesus, gorgeous Steve--worked intently on unbuckling him from his body armor.

Pete stared up, goggle-eyed. "I can see your crotch from here."

"Please don't bite me again."

"That was an accident-"

"Steve, can't you go any faster? I think he's gonna go cannibal."

"I believe in taking my time to do the best job possible," said Steve, and finally--finally!--succeeded in getting Pete's armor off his torso.

"Yes, yes, yes," chanted Pete, and bucked upwards. Steve reared back. "Sorry-"

"No, you didn't hit me, I'm just happy you're so enthusiastic." He was, too. Tony could tell from the warmth in his voice.

"Less emotions, more threesome," he barked. Steve laughed and started on the legs and groin of Pete's body armor. Meanwhile, Tony couldn't help from staring at Pete's lean chest and waist. Yeah, he looked like jailbait from the wrong angle. ...Or, rather, from the RIGHT angle. "Hurry up, for the love of god!"

>>11251
"Please," whined Pete, and bucked again.
Okay, THAT got Steve going. The rest of Pete's body armor practically flew across the room, and then--

"Spider-Man underwear?" said Steve, incredulous. "You really wear your own logo on your boxers?"

"Shut up! That's not important!" Pete launched himself full-force at Steve.

"Oh God!" Steve toppled over onto his side of the couch below the weight of Pete, who promptly turned his attention to ripping off all his clothes at warp speed.

Tony took the few seconds afforded by Steve's struggle with the overenthusiastic webslinger to toss off his own clothes faster than a sorority girl on her freshman year Spring Break.

Naked, he stared at the other two in the flickering light from the muted television. This was so fucking hot: A completely new angle on what Steve Rogers looked like naked--how he moved when he was turned on . . . sure, the mirrors he'd installed in his bedroom helped, but there were only so many things a guy could be expected to look at at one time. This? Goddamn, this was the BEST THING EVER.

>>11252
The hot naked gymnast superhero boy didn't hurt, either, come to think of it.
Steve was naked now, except--bizarrely--for his cowl. Tony was okay with that. Tony was cool with that. Tony suddenly realized that he'd sort of jumped in the middle of the man-love dogpile without consciously thinking about it. Pete's mouth was suddenly all over his dick, and Tony's hand was on the back of his head, pushing him down harder. It wasn't polite, he knew, but who the fuck cared?

It suddenly occurred to him that his was the first Pete had ever tasted, and that made his dick jump. Pete made an interesting noise around it. Oh, yes, that was the way to do it . . . who'd have guessed the boy was a natural . . .

He heard Steve make a strangled noise from behind him, felt his hot cock pressing into his back. Steve slid out from under him to stand, and Tony flailed after him.

"No no no, don't go, that's the whole point of a threesome," he begged, hoping he didn't sound too desparate.

"I'm not going anywhere," said Steve roughly, and in a flash had jumped behind Pete.

"Aw, hell," said Tony. "You're going to . . ."

"I'm going to," said Steve, producing a bottle of lube and an all-American boyish grin.

"He'f goink to what?" said Pete around Tony's dick.

>>11253
"Don't worry, sweetheart, you just keep on doing what you're doing," said Tony breathlessly, and spread his legs wider to give better access.
Pete popped up for air. "Am I doing okay?" he asked, arching up like a cat as Steve stroked his back from behind.

Tony's engorged cock bobbed against his abdomen. "You. Are. Great. Do. Not. Stop," he gritted out. His head fell back in ecstasy as Pete lowered reddened lips back to the swollen head of his cock.

Just as Pete started to really get going, he shuddered and pulled back. "What the hell was that!" he yelped.

"That was me," said Steve from behind him. "Don't worry, I'm going to start off with just this one finger, and then we can work up to-"

"You could warn a guy!"

"Could you get back to what you were doing a minute ago?" asked Tony plaintively. "I'm feeling unloved here."

"Don't you trust me?" said Steve, and turned his baby blue on Pete. Who promptly--predictably--melted.

"Okay, well, if it's you," he said.

>>11254
"Come on, come ON," said Tony, and raised his groin in Pete's general direction.

Pete's eyes swiveled back to him. "Oh yeah."

Jesus. Manhattan's finest, and he had the attention-span of a coked up four-year-old. Tony let the haze of pleasure engulf him again as Pete slid his mouth over him again . . . it was different this time . . . he could feel the noises Pete was making were in time with Steve's finger working in and out of his ass.
From Tony's vantage point flat on the couch, he could see when Steve reached a hand down to stroke gently at Pete's cock as he worked a second finger into his tight ass. He anticipated that Pete--easy, emotional, pretty Pete--would react, but he didn't anticipate the porn-star-worthy groan that nearly undid him.

A lesser man would have come on the spot, but Tony was determined to make it last. Although he hated to do it, he readjusted his grip on Pete's hair to pull him off his throbbing cock.

>>11255
"Hey," said Pete, making another lunge.

"Hold it, hold it," said Tony. "We're going to change it up a little."

"Uh, I don't think I can move, Tony," said Pete, even as he rocked back into Steve and his eyes fluttered shut. "I'm kinda . . . tied up . . ."

"Tell me about that," continued Tony, his voice soft. "Talk to me about what you do. Do you like to get tied up?"
Pete's eyelids fluttered. Steve licked a stripe up his back and he moaned. "Oh, fuck yes . . ."

"Do you ever tie up M.J.?"

"Y--yes . . ." Pete's breath hitched.

"Talk," demanded Tony.

>>11256
"Sometimes when she comes home . . ." Pete drifted off, rocking against Steve, and Tony yanked lightly on his hair. "Sometimes when she comes home from work, I'm waiting for her."


"And?"

"And I, I web her up," Pete moaned. Steve was up to three fingers. Close now. "I web her from wall to wall and I--I take off her clothes-"

"Does she like it?" Tony let one hand stray to his hard cock.

Pete let out another hitching gasp. "She fucking loves it, M.J. fucking loves it, she comes so hard-"

Tony glanced up, slow from lust, and saw Steve getting ready. Oh, hell yes. He guided Pete back to his cock, and Pete went at it like his life depended on it. And then . . . and then . . . there it was. Steve slid into Pete's ass, and Tony watched his face move from concentration to bliss.
It didn't take long from there. Steve fucked Pete gently as he could, Tony could tell, but it was pretty goddamn hard to hold back when the guy was writhing between them, making porn star noises. It didn't last long enough, but it lasted just enough time for Tony to commit a hell of a lot of good shit to memory.

>>11257
As Steve moved faster, Pete got more frantic on Tony's end, until finally he pretty much lost all muscle control and just quivered. Tony took control, holding Pete's hair and fucking his mouth like he owned it.

The familiar tingle started in Tony's balls and he tried to draw back--he tried, honestly--but Peter summoned some crazy psycho-spider-boy vestige of strength and lunged back onto his dick right in time to get it in the mouth. Behind them, Steve cried out softly and shuddered, and Tony could tell through his blurred vision that he had come too.

For a few minutes, all they did was sprawl on the couch, breathing like winded linebackers. Tony was just beginning to get his thoughts together, trying to figure out if he needed to do damage control, when he heard a feminine gasp from the doorway.

Shit! The fucking door had been open the whole godddamn time!

The three men jumped as they recognized M.J. Watson Parker in the doorway. Standing in just her nightgown, she stared at the scene on the couch. She stood that way for a good five seconds, just gaping as the men tried to find words.

Then an unmistakable smile slid across her face. "Well, hell-lo, tigers . . . "

That's it so far. The anon who wrote this said he was done with it. Have fun.

Holy christ, anyone who supplies me with moar of this gets my fucking firstborn

>>11260
I'm the writefag who did this ~glorious work of art~ (at 2 in the morning, goddamn), and, sorry, but that's all I got. If you want to add on some more, that's more than fine by me, but I'm running on like three hours of sleep and my brain no worky no more.

>>11261
I've never really written porn before, so I don't want to take a shot at it (lol) and have it end horribly. But I do hope someone continues this.

Either way, your porn was epic.

Fuck yeah, this rocked! Thanks muchly, writefag!

>>11261 You just made a straight guy read a slashfic without feeling weird about it. Hell yes it's glorious.

>>11290
Then my work here is done! :D

You, sir and/or madam, have written a slashfic between three canonically heterosexual male characters and managed to keep it almost 100% in-character. And I say bravo to that, you magnificent pervert, you.

Hot fucking damn.

I second this good anon. Many hats off and internets to you.

Steve likes the back of Tony's neck. There are, admittedly, more interesting bits of Tony's anatomy, but there's something about that patch of skin, pale and soft and so . . . open for attack.

The man in his arms isn't surprised at the unconventional greeting. He just shifts, head dropping forward as he sighs, and Steve applies more pressure, working the skin between his teeth gently.

"Ah," Tony finally huffs in mild protest, and Steve pulls back to light presses of his lips, a bit of tongue. "Steve," he warns, voice husky with reluctant arousal.

He hasn't had time to get elbow deep in wires and grease since becoming Director of SHIELD, and jumped at the chance for some hands on work. Nick Fury would've never been caught in a lab, bringing to life promising conceptualizations drawn up by newly recruited engineers. It's generally something left to a team of ridiculously qualified mechanics, but Tony had taken a liking to one of the blueprints and whisked them away.

"I like this guy," he'd said that morning, spreading dark blue sheets, riddled with jagged white lines on the kitchen table before vanishing to the lab. "Whoever did this. It makes virtually no cogent sense. It takes balls to submit this to SHIELD. Or any established organization, really."

Never mind he's actually attempting to build it. "I like a challenge."

And Steve likes it when Tony's in his garage. Likes watching him work, he likes the thick brown gloves, the goggles that look just a tad too large for his face. He's only soldering at the moment, detail work between welding, and the image that greeted Steve is so innately, satisfyingly Tony, he didn't even bother to resist the urge to leave at least one --

"The uniforms won't cover that," Tony warns, but it's quiet at best and a minute too late. And, yeah. Steve also likes leaving his mark, so to speak.

But he does release the slightly abused, now bright red skin, bending to rest his chin on Tony's shoulder. Watching him twine wires thinner than strands of hair, weld them together and then slice it in two. He repeats the process three or four more times, each time the strand of fine wires grows thicker.

"He wouldn't submit it unless it worked," Tony says, as if they'd been talking the entire time. "He wants to show us up. He wants us to say it's impossible, so he can prove us wrong. And it works, in theory. The obvious problem is -- it would work, but it'd burn out. The problem is accounting for all that excess energy, he didn't give it any release. He thinks we're going to add a whole separate exhaust, which would make the whole thing worthless, but I think he figured out how to loop it. Just got to tweak. . . ."

>>11586

Steve makes vague, amused noises of agreement. It's a side Tony rarely shows; not that he hides it, but no one else seems terribly interested in the slightly dweeby man who babbles about accounting for the kinetic energy build up then shifts abruptly into an intense, absorbed silence.

Honestly, Steve thinks the welding goggles are better than any expensive suit.

Thumbs sneak up and underneath the back of Tony's thin sleeveless shirt while sparks dance on metal, reflected in the green tinted plastic over engrossed blue eyes. He works the small of Tony's back in firm circles; almost innocent, almost just a massage, but traveling steadily downward, and if anyone else touched Tony this way, Steve might have to hit them.

"Mmm," he hums, leans into Steve's petting, his gaze still planted on the tiny bits of metal.

His hands slide up and around, palms pressing flat against warm, soft skin. Smooth, scarless skin, flawless skin, he flicks the left nipple, working the right one almost thoughtfully between his pointer and thumb. He's probably stretching the shirt

Tony squirms against him, just once, and the flame hisses to an end, "Steve," he says again, but it wavers.

And so he drags his hands downward, relishing the lithe muscle of Tony's stomach. Too skinny. There's definition there, but it really shouldn't be so pronounced. He makes a note to drag Tony up for lunch before pulling the unresisting body flat against him, and once his hands rest on pronounced hips, all but yanks him close, grinding against his another part of Tony he quite likes.

He really, really likes Tony's ass. It's not a soldier's, not like most of the partners Steve's had. Not rock hard muscle, but it's full, round and firm and Steve makes good use of the standing invitation to grope, fondle, or otherwise grab the area.

"Not that I--" Tony starts, and then stops, and it probably has something to do with Steve fiddling with the button, then zipper, of his jeans. He's showing definite interest in the proceedings thus far, and Steve encourages this, groping him through black boxers, and then properly, once he's gotten them out of the way, stroking steadily.

Tony doesn't drop the torch as much as his entire hand, thumping on the worktable in a tight fist, hips rocking in time, a groan starting from somewhere near his toes.

"Alright," he surrenders, spreading this thighs, discarding his wires and soldering and resting his weight on Steve as he rocks.

>>11587

He can't help the smile, although he doesn't particularly try, second hand joining the first in his quest to unravel his personal playboy robotics genius. Still stroking, Steve's fingers drop down, past his balls, a firm stroke on the delicate skin directly between his legs.

"Fuhh--" Tony gasps, head flying back onto Steve's shoulder, jerking up onto his toes. Steve smothers his smile in Tony's hair; he can't see it now, but Steve's learned to treat every minute in Stark Lab as if it were being recorded. Two more strokes and Tony's quivering putty in his hands, rocking back; he's remarkably cooperative if you know the right buttons.

Tony chokes on his breath, the gloved hand reaching around, grasping at the back of Steve's neck. He can just make out Tony's eyes, wide and tinted green, then closed tight.

Steve muffles his own groan at the sight, pulling a hand from Tony's cock to reach into his back pocket. He's not one to come unprepared, slicks his fingers without much preamble.

This bit is always intense for Tony. Steve's not surprised when he drops down, chest to the table as the second, third fingers make their way in. Nor is he at the quick breaths, the shaking as though joints and threads are about to snap and crumble, and Tony's going to fall to pieces, right there on the floor, as he's carefully opened.

Steve's been on the other end, just to see -- just to understand what Tony's going through. But he didn't need to bite his lip or close his eyes so tight. It was good, great, even, but . . . No, he hadn't arched his back, muscles quivering. Dropped his head and muffled some breathy, desperate noise. Not just from fingers.

He'd been so sure he was doing it wrong, still isn't positive he isn't being too rough or fast, but every time he asks -- "You're not doing it wrong. You're very, very not doing it wrong."

It's certainly flattering, if not entirely believable. So he waits until Tony's all but impaling himself on his hand, tension gone entirely, until he's practically threatening Steve, before moving forward, arm working its way around to Tony's front, pulling him close as he slowly, slowly enters.

This -- this is always a test of Steve's will. It's like Tony's entire body is starving for it, clamping down hard on each inch he gains. He focuses, rather than on the tight, heat, fuck, so -- so good, rhythmic squeezing, on Tony's thighs, flexing, and Tony's hands, still gloved, the side of Tony's face flushed, eyes hidden. On his lips, slack with heavy breathing, then bottom one up, bitten harshly.

"Jesus," Steve grips the short hairs on the back of Tony's head as he all but devours the other man, tongue moving, claiming, thrusting in a way the rest of his body aches to. Tony immediately opening his mouth, responding eagerly, certainly doesn't lessen the ache.

Finally, he's in. Finally, Tony stops breath in tight, jerky stabs.

"Okay?" Steve pants.

Tony nods once on an inhale, holds it in until Steve nudges in, against his prostate, starts pulling out. It comes out in a wail, thighs spreading even wider, thrusting back as if trying to prevent Steve from ever withdrawing.

>>11588

Steadying hands on Tony's hips, he thrusts back in. Thrusts Tony onto his toes, another delicious noise from his mouth. Pulls out, and then all he can seem to manage is in and in and in, Tony's hands searching for, and then claiming Steve's in an impressive grip.

"Fuck, Steve," it's in a tight, wet tone he's learned to associate with pain, but how Tony meets each thrust, taking it, spreading for it -- that can't be pain.

Steve likes the table, groaning with each thrust, rapping against the wall in time, affirming Steve's claim, making it known the room, as if it could somehow miss Tony's gasps, and then moans, as Steve shifts, finds that magic spot and nails it, hard.

When Steve realizes Tony's grinding against the table he immediately reaches down, resumes his earlier stroking, and that's it. Tony comes like it hurts. A sob, he spills into Steve's hand, and goes limp against the table as Steve hurries to a finish. Tony moaning deep and raw encouragement until he finally comes, a tense explosion that leaves him panting.

Not enough out of it to squish the man beneath him, he wishes there were some way to pull Tony on top of him without ending up on the floor. He rests his weight on one elbow, breathing heavily against the red mark on the back of Tony's neck, already shaping into a decent sized hickey.

When he finally comes together enough to shift, Steve lifts up enough for Tony to turn, and they're face to face, forehead to forehead after Steve peels off the goggles. "Hey, Shellhead," he greets blue eyes, blinking in adjustment.

Tony smirks, "Hey, Cap."

END

>>11589
Seriously I love you. I love you more than words can describe.

OH GOD I CAME EXPLOSIVELY

>>11589
I don't even smoke and I need a cigarette.
Oh god. I'll be in my bunk.

>>11589

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that was perfect

>>11589

You know it's weird. I'm pretty sure a girl wrote this, there's something about the narrative. But that didn't make me enjoy it less. Not even the smushy smushy ending.

Good job, anon. I came.

>>11589

FUCK. YES. I CAME.

I D'AWWED TOO BUT MOSTLY I CAME

>>11603

I'm pretty sure they were BOTH written by girls.

Doesn't matter either way, I still got off.

How the hell is it this thread has not seen a drawfag? These fics are awesome!

That's it. I'm going to have to rectify this INJUSTICE!

>>11664
Oh christ if you draw something about steve/tony/pete or any combination of the three I will love you. Forever.

>>11664

Fuck please, Tony in the goggles, bent over his work table getting plowed by Steve. Please.

>>11669
Oh god seconded. Fucking hell that's hot

>>11666
>>11669
BOTH OF THESE DRAWFAG, OH GOD BOTH OF THESE PLEASE

>>11589

oh god come

all over my keyboard

>>11714

SECONDED

Brilliant.
Makes me wanna draw some StevexTony stuff now.

>>11730
Please do. Oh god please, please do.

>>11730
MY HORMONES COMMAND YOU! Plz?

>>11733

SECONDED

bump in request for drawfaggery or more written porn, either way.

>>11964
Stupid, stupid classes.
I'll get you something drawn by Wednesday, guys. Sorry for sucking.

>>11980
Woohoo!

>>11980

All RIGHT!

Don't worry, anon. As long as you deliver eventually we'll all worship you. :)

Another drawfag here. Made this today for one of /co/'s Steve/Tony threads. Hope you like.

I'm really, really bored. So I'll just dump all the Steve/Tony stuff I saved from the thread in /co/

>>12158
I love you, almost as much as I love that picture.

God this thread was awesome until people started complaining.

>>12173
/co/ is actually full of rage tonight. I'm staying off there for a bit

>>12173
Yeah, I think it's just a "Oh hey, this person is bitching about gay threads, I think I'll join them because I'm bored and have nothing better to do LOL" thing.

>>12176
Yeah, really I thought we were being very good with this one. It was all in one thread, pretty sure it was I didn't see another anyway.

I mean yes it has been a bit more gay then usual over there but that doesn't mean you need to look at it. I skip past the threads I don't like, its not like its hard.

>>12178
I found it odd how it all just sprung up out of nowhere. One minute everyone is doing their own thing, the next a shitstorm was covered the whole board

>>12179
/co/ might be getting trolled right now, it is unfortunate because we don't get a lot of drawfags willing to draw for us. It does make me sad that we will probably never get this amount of epic ever again.

>>12181
Agreed. If i was a drawfag I'd be fed up. I mean come on. They're willing to draw anything at all and people bitch.

>>12183
You are right, its just down right rude. Ok I do know its 4chan blahblahblah. I dunno maybe I am a bit miffed at the fact that we lost a drawfag, thankgod the other two left before all the trolling started. We might be able to get them to doodle for us some more.

I will see if I can beg my friend who is a drawfag to doodle for us when she gets home from work. She probably wont though.

>>12185
I don't see why anyone would. They do what /co/ says and they get bitched off. They don't do what /co/ says and they get bitched at. Fuck that

>>12186
Yeah it sounds pretty crappy. We were pretty nice and full of praise though. Still it would suck pretty hard, really it would. I still hope they are in a good enough mood to draw more.

>>12189
I know. Did you see last nights Crane thread? Oh god I lol'd so hard when everyone played along to the fear gas.

>>12190
No I was out last night, as much as I would like to I can't spend every waking hour on /co/. Damn I hate it when I miss out on cool shit like this.

>>12191
It was great. Barely any trolls too. I'm pretty sure they archived it.

Hey, just dropping in to say I love thte fic/picture dumps here and I love you guys. That's all. Just wanted to compensate for some of the rage. :)

>>12192
Good because I missed it :(

>>12195
Well, we probably won't have another drawthread for a while. All this dramu is pissing off the drawfags.

>>12196
I bet, and I think it's understandable. Here you are trying to contribute something that other people want and then others are stomping all over it shouting obnoxiously "DO NOT WANT" they could be doing something else more productive, like fapping to porn of their own interests.