I wrote a PepperxWhitney story. I have other ideas floating around (and will evolve it past just PepperxWhitney) on how to continue it, but I figured I'd post it here first... hope that's okay.

http://cartoon.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600092251

>>47550

That's right! I'm never going to finish it!

>: (

>>47556
Brotip: Don't hold off on finishing drawings. It is a bad habit that will become extremely difficult to break... Trust me.

>>47616

Quite true, Fluffy

>>47556
>I'm never going to finish it!

=(

Man, I wanna see one that's in character. Pepper having a little stalker moment hidden on the roof of Tony's shower or something.

>>47662
Or breaking out the handcuffs she carries around all the time.

>>47625
Fuffly has actually finished drawings...

>>47675
DYSLEXIA... DUFFMAN'S SECRET SHAME.

>>47551
Because sign up procedures are a bitch, I'll repost it for you.

Ardor Affections v0.14 (Beta Testing)

Pepper Potts grinded her teeth together, drowning out the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. The fiery redhead’s gaze was fixed upon the strands of shimmering blonde hair two rows ahead of her. Whatever lecture Mr. Klein was discussing fell on deaf ears, as Pepper’s mind raced with thoughts and feelings of anguish, betrayal, and rage.

Pepper had only known Tony Stark for a little over three months, but she felt that the two of them shared a special bond of trust and friendship. She sympathized with Tony’s tragedy of losing his father, and earned his trust by keeping Tony’s secret of being Iron Man. Whitney Stane, however, had transferred to their school only a few months ago, but she had known Tony Stark since they were children. As much as it pained Pepper to admit it, a bitter sting of truth echoed in her heart. The rich, leggy, blonde in the small white skirt had sonority over her, but Pepper still couldn’t help but feel betrayed over the lies and deceit that Tony held over her.

Whitney Stane also had a secret; she possessed a golden mask that was invented by the late Howard Stark, Tony’s father. The mask allowed her to assume any form and become a completely different person if she desired. Her alternate persona was nicknamed Madame Masque, a name that Pepper herself had chosen for her. Now, Whitney wore the name with pride, almost as if to spite her, but Pepper retained enough sensibility to realize that that was impossible, as Whitney had no idea that Pepper knew she was Madame Masque. Whitney also didn’t know Tony Stark was Iron Man, and that was one piece of information Pepper confided in. It was the one thing of Tony’s that she had that Whitney didn’t.

At least, Pepper thought that she did. Tony Stark had learned about Whitney’s persona a month earlier, but for some reason had refused to tell her. Tony’s decision hurt her, but it also confused her. Pepper had always been there to support Tony in his decisions. She thought she had earned his trust by keeping his armored life a secret from everyone else, and by risking her own life numerous times in order to protect him. The very idea that Tony wouldn’t have trusted her about Whitney’s masquerade felt like a stab to her chest; a wound she was afraid might never heal.

Now, during the middle of class, the emotions in her heart and mind raced and clashed against one another. Rhodey, a mutual friend of her and Tony who also knew about Tony’s identity, was sitting next to Whitney; the two of them exchanging flirting glances and comments back and forth between one another. The anger inside Pepper grew ever more; the sight of Rhodey chuckling alongside Whitney felt like another blow to her. Tony had also lied to Rhodey about Whitney, and here he was chatting with her like they were old friends. Pepper was exasperated as to why Rhodey was so accepting of the lies and secrets. It wasn’t until halfway through the period of watching them and noticing Rhodey’s frequent glances to Whitney’s low-cut shirt collar and sometimes-rising skirt hem that she put two and two together. A little cleavage and leg was all it took to mend a broken friendship to him.

Pepper’s hands gripped the metal bars on either side of her seat tightly, struggling to keep her temper under control, but finding herself failing to do so. The student next to her must have noticed her awkward behavior and asked her if everything was alright. The next few moments became a blur to her, but she remembered getting out of her seat and screaming at Tony, Rhodey, and Whitney during the middle of Mr. Klein’s lecture. She remembered the sting of tears in her eyes as she struggled to keep her voice from cracking too much as she asked Tony and Rhodey how they could choose Whitney over her after all they had been through. She vaguely remembered Whitney berating and insulting her afterwards, followed by her swinging a fist or two at Whitney in retaliation. Other students, including the teacher, pull the two girls off each other and dragged them out of the classroom.

By the time Pepper realized what was going on she was in Principal Nara’s office being scolded by not only the principal, but her father, who was on speaker phone for a three-way conversation.

“You can be sure we’ll talk about this a lot more when I get home tonight, Pepper,” her father’s cold voice echoed in her ears before she heard the clicking sound of him hanging up.

“You are dismissed, Miss Potts. You’re suspended for the rest of the day, so please take this time to reflect upon your outburst,” Principal Nara’s calm, but stern voice barely registered in her ears as she stood up from the chair, grabbed her bag, and shambled out of the principal’s office.

Pepper exited out into the hallway, the squeaking sound of her sneakers on linoleum flooding the barren hallway. Fourth period was halfway over, and she wanted to leave the grounds before class let out so she wouldn’t have to see or speak to anyone else for the rest of the day. All she wanted to do at that moment was to head home and be alone. She trudged down the hallway towards the double doors at the end and pushed them open. She stepped into another hallway and locked her eyes on a second set of doors which would exit out to the front of the school. As she walked down the hallway, she glanced out each window, sunlight glaring in her eyes as she saw cars drive past in the city street.

“Just what is your problem with me, groupie?” a familiar voice chided from behind her.

Pepper quickly raised a hand to her face and wiped away a few tears that had built up in her eyes. Pepper’s other hand clutched at the bag to her side in a weak attempt to prevent her from flying into another fit of rage.

“Just leave me alone, Whitney,” she growled under her breath and continued walking down the hall.

She heard the sound of high-heels against tile behind her and realized Whitney was following her. The time between taps shortening as Whitney strode down the hallway to catch up with her.

“No, we’re going to settle this right now,” Whitney’s voice grew cold, almost hateful as Pepper looked at the other girl in the eyes. “Ever since I transferred here, you’ve done nothing but give me the cold shoulder. I’ve done nothing to you, other than step on your toes by being a friend to Tony, which is what I assume this is about.”

Pepper remained silent for a few moments, taking her time to think of a response that wouldn’t jeopardize Tony’s secret or implicate her own knowledge.

“It’s a lot more complicated than that, Whitney” she replied, and resumed walking down the hallway.

Whitney shot an arm out in front of Pepper, the orange sleeved appendage blocking her path down the hallway.

“Please move,” Pepper said with a stoic tone in her voice.

“Then explain it to me. Is that it? You’re just jealous that Tony has another friend now, isn’t it?” Whitney’s voice softened, and almost sounding sincere.

Pepper reached in front of her and grabbed Whitney’s arm, and lowered back down to her side.

“Ever since you transferred here you’ve done nothing but shadow Tony and cause him a lot of stress. Tony has enough stress in his life these days and doesn’t need you to complicate things and be a burden on him.”

After the words exited her mouth, she resumed her trot down the hallway, but felt a cold hand grab her wrist to stop her, almost yanking her back.

“You’re really something, Potts.” Whitney’s voice returned to a more callous tone. “I don’t know who you think you are, but Tony and I have known each other since we were toddlers. Our fathers worked together, we grew up together.”

Whitney paused, almost as if struggling to find the words to say.

“We spent a lot of time growing up. My father was always preoccupied with work, but Tony was there for me. He and his father would watch over me and make sure I had someone to confide in, even when my own father couldn’t be bothered to do so.”

Pepper turned to face Whitney, and was shocked to see a small quivering in Whitney’s eyes. Was she about to cry? Or was Pepper just imagining it.

“Tony has been my friend for as long as I can remember.” Pepper was taken back by how much ire she could now sense in Whitney’s voice. “So don’t you dare call me a burden on him.”

Whitney’s grip on Pepper’s wrist tightened, and Pepper found herself fighting back the urge to let out a small yelp.

“Because I won’t allow it,” Whitney hissed, and released Pepper’s wrist from her grip.

Pepper rubbed her wrist with her other hand and stared at Whitney in silence. All of a sudden she felt like she could sympathize with the troubled girl. She had known Obadiah Stane had been distant with his daughter, but hearing the young lady talk about it in person was the first time Pepper realized how much it troubled her. At that moment, she began questioning who she was really mad at: Whitney, for intruding on what Pepper erroneously thought was her exclusive friendship with Tony; Tony, for lying to her about Whitney being Madame Masque and not trusting her; or herself, for allowing this awkward sense of entitlement swell up to such a large proportion. It was then that Pepper remembered Whitney’s flirtatious behavior with Rhodey during fourth period.

“What about Rhodey?” Pepper asked, breaking the awkward silence between the two girls.

“What about him?” Whitney inquired.

“Um, hello? It’s obvious you have a thing for Tony, I can understand that; yet there you were flirting with Rhodey in the middle of class.” Pepper crossed her arms over her chest.

“So the truth finally comes out,” Whitney said with a smirk on her face.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Pepper arched an eyebrow.

“You do like Tony, and resent me for being so close to him.”

Pepper frowned and shook her head, raising her hands up defensively. “Tony’s just a friend to me; a very good friend. That’s why I want to know what’s up with you. You said you liked him, but now I suddenly see you flirting with Rhodey. You’re up to something and I want to know what it is.”

>>47677
“You’re getting awfully defensive here, groupie.” Whitney chided with an arrogant tone to her voice.

“I’m not defensive, I just don’t want you hurting Tony,” Pepper narrowed her eyes at Whitney. “And stop calling me groupie,” she said, increasing the tone of her voice.

“Then maybe you’re just jealous.” A sly smile rose to Whitney’s face.

A look of bewilderment overcame Pepper’s face. “Jealous? Of what? I told you Tony’s just a friend.”

“Jealous of all the attention everyone is getting but you,” Whitney teased her.

Pepper still looked confused. “Attention?”

Whitney took a step towards Pepper, who attempted to take a step back, but felt the window ledge press into her lower back which abruptly halted her retreat.

“Tony’s been my friend since we were kids, and now Rhodes has taken an interest in me. Correct me if I’m wrong, but they’re the only real friends you have.”

Pepper felt uncomfortable with Whitney being so close to her and having nowhere to retreat to.

“So what if they’re my only friends?”

Whitney leaned her face in close to Pepper’s, her voice suddenly changing to a softer tone. “With them preoccupied as of late, that must make you feel a bit like an outcast.”

Strands of Whitney’s hair fell forward with her shift in movement, flicking across Pepper’s bewildered face. Pepper could smell the sweet aroma of lilacs on the blonde girl, no doubt from some expensive perfume or hair product. The situation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable for the usual fiery redhead, but at the same time Pepper couldn’t helped but be soothed by the calming aroma that Whitney seemed to emanate from her elegant figure.

Pepper began to felt extremely flustered. She was not use to having someone in such close proximity to her, especially a girl whom she harbored such strong disliking for. When Pepper failed find an adequate response, Whitney continued.

“I’m right, aren’t I? You’re just upset you’ve been shut out from them.”

“Th-that’s not…” Pepper could only stammer out a weak excuse, unsure if she was caught off guard by Whitney’s suddenly aggressive behavior, or the possibility that Whitney might be right. It’s true her only two friends, whom she had just befriended a few months ago, have been keeping things from her and ignoring her as of late. She did also feel as if she was being replaced by Whitney, especially in Tony’s life.

Before Pepper could find an answer to complete her response, Whitney slowly reached out her hand and traced a finger up the middle of Pepper’s shirt, stopping at her chin which she playfully flicked.

“Don’t worry, groupie. If attention is all you need, then I can help you.”
Pepper’s heart began beating faster. The entire situation was becoming too uncomfortable for her, and she could feel feverous warmth beginning to rush to her face in response to Whitney’s touch. Pepper decided she should probably head home to think about what Whitney had said, but before she could leave the events in the hallway began to spiral out of control.

Whitney suddenly leaned and pressed her lips against Pepper’s, embracing her in a soft kiss. Pepper’s heart raced when their lips made contact, and felt that it would pound right out of her chest if it beat any faster.

What the hell is she doing? Pepper could only find herself thinking a response, as her body refused to move and break the kiss that the two girls were sharing. After a few moments which felt like an eternity, Whitney withdrew her face from the redhead, but only enough to allow herself to talk.

“Feeling better now?” Whitney teased.

“Wh-what?” Pepper said meekly, her mind unable to process the events that had just happened.

Whitney seemed dissatisfied with the results, and lowered her head slightly so she could resume her kissing, only on the side of Pepper’s neck. She gently nipped and pecked at the red-head’s soft skin, slowly moving downward as she did so. When she reached Pepper’s collar-bone, her nipping became a bit more aggressive. Her teeth gently teased the sensitive skin, careful not to hurt her subject and instead only give her a strange and wonderful prickling sensation

Pepper was free to talk, but found no words coming out of her mouth. As confused as she was about Whitney’s performance, a part of her didn’t want her to stop. Her legs began to quiver and feel weak, so she reached behind her and braced herself by placing her hands on the window ledge. She gently shut her eyes and found herself beginning to pant lightly from the strange warmth she could feel building up inside her body.

Whitney stopped, but only to ask Pepper if she wanted her to stop. Pepper could barely hear the words over the pounding in her chest, and when she failed to respond, Whitney resumed with her work.

Even though her eyes we closed, Pepper could feel one of Whitney’s hand beginning to grope at her chest. Pepper never had large breasts; in fact hers were a bit on the petite side, but they were still noticeable in the clothes she wore.

Whitney’s touch was gentle, yet exhilarating. Her kissing, as well as the gropes on Pepper’s left breast, began to speed up. When Pepper let out her first audible moan, Whitney knew that Pepper was enjoying herself. The blonde slowly retracted her hand, but only so she could reach under Pepper’s dress and resume the groping against her bra. After some blind guessing, she managed to pull the cup to the side and reach her prize underneath.

Pepper let out another moan from the sensation of Whitney’s bare hand making contact with the sensitive skin of her breast. She had played with her own breasts before, but the feeling of someone else massaging them was an entirely new sensation for her. Whitney’s hand was soft and gentle to the touch, and she wondered if that was how it was suppose to feel, or if it was just the touch of another girl.

Satisfied with the results so far, Whitney decided to test how willing Pepper was. Her free hand slid in between the two girls and found itself pressed deeply between Pepper’s squirming thighs. Remembering that Pepper was wearing tights underneath her dress, Whitney gently grinded the side of her hand up and into Pepper’s crotch; the thinness and tightness of the fabric of Pepper’s apparel allowing for Whitney to distinctly feel Pepper’s soft mound through her clothing.

Pepper suddenly let out a tiny yelp, one of her arms bucking from a sudden wave of pleasure which shot throughout her body. Whitney took this as a sign that she was ready and broke the embrace the two girls shared. She squatted down, hiking her skirt up to her mid thigh to allow for a more comfortable position. She reached underneath Pepper’s dress and gripped both sides of the waistband to Pepper’s tights and began pulling them down.

Pepper’s eyes shot open and looked down at Whitney who was beginning to strip her.

“No, stop…” Pepper managed to gasp out.

“I promise it’ll feel good,” Whitney said as she finished pulling Pepper’s tights down to her knees.

Whitney noticed Pepper’s panties were of a plain white color. Whitney figured Pepper wasn’t the sort of girl to wear thongs like she did, but was still disappointed at how boring Pepper’s choice of undergarments was. Without missing a beat, she slid a finger under each side of the redhead’s panties and yanked them down to Pepper’s knees as well.

This time, Pepper let out a more resistant cry as she reached down and half-heartedly attempted to pull her underwear back up. As much as Pepper’s mind screamed at her to stop due to how far things were going, her body refused to obey her and her arms barely had any strength in them to fight off Whitney’s advances.
“Someone is going to see us,” was the only excuse Pepper managed to gasp out, completely ignoring the fact the sultry blonde that had irked her only an hour earlier was now on her knees in front of her.

Whitney looked up at Pepper and a wicked smile flashed across her face. Pepper returned her gaze, noticing a change taking place in Whitney’s usually calm and elegant persona; a change she suspected only people who become intimate with Whitney experienced.

“Then I better hurry.”

With those words, Whitney’s face lunged forward and buried itself between Pepper’s thighs. The aroma of Pepper’s nether regions filled Whitney’s senses and sent a shiver down her body. A small patch of pubic hair was visible above Pepper’s vagina, and Whitney smiled at the sight of the trimmed strip. Wasting no time, she flicked out her tongue and gave a quick lap to Pepper’s vaginal lips, savoring her first taste of the redhead.

Pepper made no attempt to restrain her moans, and an audible cry of pleasure escaped her mouth. She prayed no one in the school would hear her and come to investigate the noise. She had no idea how she could face anyone in the school again if the two of them were caught in this situation.

“Better stay quiet… unless you want to get caught,” Whitney whispered between each lick at Pepper’s quickly moistening lips.

Pepper could feel her face burning up with heat due to having her privates licked and played with. Her body quivered and she found it becoming increasingly more difficult to keep herself standing.

Whitney’s tongue finally flicked at Pepper’s clit, which sent a distinct shiver up Pepper’s body. Pepper quickly raised a hand to her mouth to stifle her moan, doing everything she could to keep herself as quiet as possible.

Whitney’s tongue continued to lick and massage Pepper’s clit, using the very tip of her tongue to push against her tiny clit. Pepper’s juices trickled over her tongue, giving her a sweet, wonderful taste in her mouth that she enjoyed. She had tasted her own juices before, but this was the first time she had ever tasted another girl’s fluids. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that it had a different taste from her own; a taste which she liked.

Pepper made whimpering sounds as she felt her body coming close to climax. When Whitney sensed this, she digressed from the teasing and made sure to slide her tongue into Pepper’s now dripping vagina. The mixture of saliva and Pepper’s own juices made a soft squishing noise as Whitney thrust her tongue in and out. The sound of her own vagina producing these noises filled Pepper with a small sense of embarrassment, but also excitement.

Whitney had begun to feel moist herself, and reached a hand down and hiked her skirt up all the way to her waist, revealing her tiny black thong she wore underneath. Pulling it to the side, she inserted two fingers into her cunt and quickly began thrusting them in and out of herself. While she did this, she continued trusting of her tongue, careful not to break the rhythm of her movements. Her own clit was swelling in excitement, and Whitney could feel her own juices coating her hand in a sticky residue; one which she always loved

The carnal scene between the two girls continued for only a few more moments, as Pepper’s body shuddered and she felt her climax coming. After a few more whimpers of ecstasy, her body tensed and she let out a loud moan of pleasure. As fate would have it, the bell to signal the end of the period rang during the middle of her moan, drowning out most of it from anyone who would be nearby to overhear it.

Whitney quickly withdrew her fingers from her own clit and stood up, quickly pulling her skirt back down and straightening it out. She took a few steps back, adjusted her purse, and looked at Pepper with a smirk on her face. She licked her lips, still tasting the redhead’s juices that lingered on her tongue.

Pepper had only seconds to act before students would be pouring into the hallway on their way to their next class. Her whole body felt numb, and she moved as if she were in a dream, but she managed to reach down and pull her tights back up and around her waist just as the double doors opened and students began traveling in. She tried to take a few steps forward, but realized that she pulled her tights up before her panties, which were left in a tangled knot inside of her pants, which felt extremely uncomfortable. She also felt that her bra was still pushed to the side inside her dress and one of her breasts was unsupported. Her left nipple was rubbing and grinding against the soft fabric inside her dress, which she found pleasurable, but also horrifying given her current predicament. Despite the uncomfortable state of her clothing, she thanked God that at least they were hidden from view underneath her clothes.

She glanced over at Whitney, but found that she was gone; lost amongst the sea of students that now occupied the halls in the time it took her to regain her senses. A few students who walked past her glanced at her oddly, as if they could read her mind and knew what she had just done. Pepper quickly grabbed her bag and walked down the hallway towards the exit. She tried to act normal, but found herself fretting and muttering to herself about how she could allow what she had just done to happen. She pushed open the doors and stepped outside into the warm sunshine. Without taking a second glance behind her, she made her way down the sidewalk and headed home.

>>47677>>47678
I'm not sure what you're going for here. The beginning is interesting, and eerily like an episode of the show I half remember, with Pepper freaking out and the whole little group ending up in a fight/holding her back.

Her resentment and inability to express it is solidly developed, though I have to wonder how many times Pepper and Rhodey are going to get super pissed over Tony's bad habits and then fizzle out; they have to either decide that they forgive him and will deal with it, or that the friendship is not able to withstand the flaws. (Conversely, Tony was justified in the second MM episode and the team found out as soon as he did and had a chance to explain. I think the end of the episode shows that Pepper and Rhodey recognize this but blah blah blah.)

The reasoning for the seduction seems a little hollow, to me. Pepper is lonely and wants attention so Whitney establishes dominance by fucking her? The whole first chapter felt like a tease, like a way to build Pepper's frustration instead of the release you or Whitney intended it to be. If that's what you're going for, great, but I do not know if you are or not. The sex itself is kind of...I like the build up and Pepper's confusion, but I feel like Whitney was able to maintain control, or the image of it, too well. The thing about Whitney is that she never realizes when she's about to go in over her head; she should stumble a few times in her efforts to be poised, cool, and in control.

Not sure where you're going with this, but I like this cast and so far you are writing them fairly well, so I look forward to the next chapter. To tl;dr a bit, the sex felt like all foreplay, so be aware that you are building up towards something that will need to be concluded properly. Keep writing!

>>47704
I wrote it as a sort of re-telling of that episode you're describing.

Admittedly, I'm a bit disappointed with how this first chapter came out; mainly because it's my first foray into this kind of writing (both fanfiction and porn). I submitted some work to publishing companies in the past, so I feared the 'professional' part of me conflicting with the porn side of me. I was 3/4ths through the story when I remembered I was suppose to be writing smut, which may explain why the sex scene was a bit sudden and there.

I have lots of ideas, I just need to find the right execution (I knew I wanted a Whitney/Pepper scene in the hallway with fear of being caught) Also, as much as I don't like to admit it, I'm probably the worst at writing lesbian scenes; if only because I'm a guy who's had no real counter with lesbians outside of porn, so.. damned if I know what they're thinking)

The build up is another issue I played around with. I want this to be a multiple-chapter thing. The second chapter, titled Hotfix (yes I'm doing silly software terms for the titles like 'Alpha Testing (the process of testing the market to see if there's a desire for a product i.e. Whitney testing Pepper, because I'm autistic like that) and will be a shorter chapter and mainly about Pepper getting home, arguing with her dad a bit, and having a masturbation session in her room thinking about her encounter with Whitney) So probably more 'teasing'

After that I'm kinda at a crossroads. I can continue down the 'artsy psychological' route I already am, but I'm a bit afraid that, like you said, there will be more build up than actual pay off, which probably isn't the best for a porn fic The other is a more outlandish porn route where, say, Pepper throws Whitney to the basketball team for 'revenge' and is silly, but probably satisfying.

Like I said, I'm toying around with it because this is the first time I've done something like this, so suggestions are welcome.

>>47705
Depends on who you want to use, and what kind of plot you want to have. Is this all about Pepper and Whitney trying to one up each other? The basketball team's a little much, but Pepper tricking her into being stuck in the gym bathroom without a top or a change of clothes could be funny.

I kind of like the idea of Pepper getting more and more sexually frustrated until she finally just fucking SNAPS and tries to jump Tony. But I dunno if that is your thing.

>>47706
I'm just making it up as I go along, really. Pepper and Whitney are the only real girls on the show, and I'd probably focus more on their personal lives. I suppose having them one up each other is an interesting concept.

Not porn, but nice..

>>47927

>>47927
>>47928

And that, my friends, is what they call the "Male Gaze."

>>47709
Okay. Go with your bliss, then. Generally I like to at least outline a story before working on it, but I don't really have anywhere to talk when it comes down to it.

>>47947
I probably should have done that, in retrospect.

Second chapter should be done in a day or two, got busy.

5 minutes in GIMP

I am saddened

I laughed a little at this

>>49073
What the heck?

>>49095

someone made a Paprika Potts

heres a new one found on paheal.

>>49254
Try a whole mess.

Bush.

Trimmed.

Stubble

My favorite, shaven.

>>49268
lolwat

>>49270

somebody wanted a pic of her with her hair cut in the same style as the bow on her panties so someone made a pic with it in that style

>>49271
That would have been me.

>>49268
*schlick schlick*

>>49256

Mmm... bushy.

Double the pepper

>>49382
HHHHHNNNNNNNGGGGGG

>>49382

I know that's Potts on the right, but on the left, who's that girl, what's her name?

>>49397
That's Pepper Ann.

>>49386
Fucking seconded with a FAP FAP chaser.

>>49399
HHHHNNNNNGGGG caused by FAP FAP FAP

>>49399

Ahem. You were supposed to ask "is she cool? Is she lame?"

I am disappoint.

>>49397
thought about it, decided I didn't want to be the one that started it.
But I applaud you for doing it.

Pepper Ann and Pepper Potts is my new OTP

Hope you like tentacles.

There's like none of Whitney, I'm sad.

Nothing but a tie

>>50944

Pepper gets hopped up on Root Beer and starts streaking around the compound..again

>>50950
That's why they keep giving her soda.

>>50951

Soda Meter. She starts vibrating and the BAM clothes explode all over the place and she bolts outside gibbering...so aside from the nudity not much of a change

Anyone up for drawing some X-Mas relation promotions?

>>51546

needs a festive tie

>>51550

And a Santa hat, too?

>>51551

Santa,Elf or Frosty. Whatever you think fits the personality.

>>51551
>>51553
Wearing a santa hat, under the mistletoe, sucking on candy candy cane, and drunk on eggnog ready for some lovin' by the fireplace and the christmas tree

that's the perfect holiday combo to me, but that might be a bit of an overkill

>>51546
Big boobed Pepper makes everything better

WIP request

>>51638
looks nice =)

>>51638
Gangbang pictures are awesome. Needs more spooge all over her and running down her breasts for extra sexiness

>>51638

Very nice, but she should really be wearing the tie.

>>51638
Ah, this what you meant? Looks awesome man; she seems to really be enjoying herself, heh.

Colored this one by magi

bleh

>>Endpiece

Oooh, not bad at all. :D

>>51716
It's awesome!

>>51716
Pepper's justifying her spot on the team, I see.

>>51716
You rock, man. Just.. you rock.

>>51716

oh my fucking god i came all over my cat

>>51716
Great stuff, Endpiece. Would you say Pepper is a favorite subject of yours to draw?

>>51727

I can say I enjoy drawing the girl for three reasons.

1) Red hair.
2) Freckles.
3) I've never watched the cartoon.

>>51728
Now if only there was another red-haired and freckled girl she could lez out with.

>>51729

I know several characters, but none of them would make sense with Pepper.

>>51732
That doesn't make it any less sexy. Who do you have in mind?

>>51729

No, it's got to be a blonde or brunette. Colour contrast, you see.

>>51735
Pepper and Jubilee both have a bubbly teen thing going on.

>>51735

Well, Whitney's a blonde.

>>51741
Indeed she is
>>51728
I was meaning to ask you if you've actually watched the show.

>>51735
Well there's Whitney... and she does have a Unresolved Sexual Tension-vibe going on with Pepper since they always butt heads over who gets to be with Tony... obviously that means they like each other going by shipper logic or porn logic.

Idea from a drawthread on /co/ that was... inadequately fulfilled:

Pepper and Whitney dressed in sexy santa outfits (low-cut, sleeveless etc.) with Whitney half-naked and slathered in eggnog which Pepper is licking off her body.

>>51760

For the record, this was what was drawn.

>>51761
/co/, I am disappoint...

>>51761

Ahahahaha!

Yeah, I'm all Peppered out. You guys should find a good drawfag to take a better shot at it, though.

>>51764
;_; I'll miss you, Endpiece

>>51765

No worries. I'll still draw stuff, someone else will draw stuff for you, stuff for me, stuff for themselves, etc. It's all about the drawings, not the people drawing them.

>>51766
> It's all about the drawings, not the people drawing them.

Awe, don't say that. Each artist has their own personal flavor/twist/style they add to a picture. Don't sell yourself so short

>>51787
I'll love catturd forever for drawing this.

Might as well post @$$'s