Captain Underpants Nicknames Novels & Stories

I looked back to Nick with a smile on my face, his eyes met mine and he winked. “I’m the smitten one.” I confessed. “You’re perfect for him, and not to mention no-one has ever stood up with Richard the way you did earlier. It was also so heartwarming that fact you did it in aid of Nick as well.” “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” “I noticed that you all refer to his name differently. Is there a reason why?” “No matter what the nickname for him, mother and father will always call him Dominic. Zack has always called him Dom as he knows it winds him up. The rest of us and anyone close call him Nick.”

This man had removed all of his clothing for the massage, and poking out from under the blanket the masseuse had covered him with was his pink snow boots. "Well my feet get quite cold so I prefer to keep them on." Boots face began burning a bright red having this so blatantly acknowledged. It was now beginning to dawn on him just how easy he encouraged the twenty or so nicknames he's encountered throughout his life time. 'Boots, Pink, Heavy Metal, Twinkle toes, Cowboy bob, Mr. Mustachio, Dennis, Pac man, Picasso.' He began going through some of the nicknames he has received over the years in his mind. 'So what if I wear a fanny pack sometimes. It makes carrying a knives, guns, and ammunition

"Woah...no need to get all angry, it doesn't suit you, you look like an angry chipmunk, you know what that's your new nickname, chipmunk" "Just leave me alone" I walk away, and of course he's following me "stop following me, it's annoying" "But we are having the same class together" "Oh yeah that's right, I guess am stuck with you then" he chuckles "You make it sound like a bad thing pumpkin, oops I mean chipmunk " "Could you please stop calling me that name, it's so annoying my name is Rita, R-I-T-A" "But I rather call you C-H-I-P-M-U-N-K"

The last thing I wanted was another disaster where I fell and couldn't get up. “50 seconds, Heart!” Lisa called behind me. My heart stuttered. She was counting the time? “Oh Goddess, what do I do?” I mumbled to myself as I neared the boys. One of them noticed me and pointed out. “Yo, check it out. It's Eggwash.” The players echoed a holler before they broke into laughter. Eggwash, TinBarbie, Bookclown, amongst others, were my nicknames. Eggwash is the most popular and the guy that came up with it was staring, no, glaring at me.

“And you think I’ll take that just because you said so? We’re in this, till I say we aren't…missy.” “Enough with the weird names. You know my name—Nicole.” He turned his head slightly, his grin just infuriating enough to make my fingers twitch. “Why? Does it make your heart flutter when I call you names?” I scoffed. “Please. The day that happens, I’ll jump off a cliff. Just call me by my name.” He hummed, pretending to think. “Nah, they fit you better. Shorty” he smirked. “Oh, really?” I leaned back, crossing my arms. “Then I guess I’ll call you Ego head from now on. That’s for when you talk too much. And Hockman…for when you call me by my surname.”

Leandra says, but she is blushing and she looks so damn cute when she does. "How else do you know that I am going commando?" I ask. "Well, I could not miss it at the boutique. That thing is a monster one cannot help but seeing it," She blush. "Hmm... So you approve. Stop calling it a thing," I say. "Oh, so you have a name for it. Let me guess. Superman? Batman? Iron man?" Leandra asks. "Are you nuts? I am not naming my dick," I say. "Hmm... Don Capone," Leandra laughs.

“I’m workshopping nicknames. ‘Babysitter’ feels too tame.” “Most people go with Beta, Lieutenant, occasional pain in the Alpha’s ass.” “I like ‘pain in the ass.’ Rolls off the tongue.” “Glad you’re thinking about my tongue already, Firecracker.” Her eyes flash. “Call me Firecracker again and see what happens.” “There it is,” he murmurs, almost to himself. He leans against the wall like he’s settling in. “You sure you’re just human? That temper says otherwise.” “I’m sure you’ll find out how human my foot is when it meets your face.”

"What other names do you have for your wieners?" "Knob goblin, anaconda, third leg, twig and berries," I said. "Willie, womb raider, Vlad the Impaler, silent flute," Thane added. "Tally whacker, wing wang, pole driver, Johnson, love pole," Tag said. Hollyn's mouth dropped open. "Is that all?" I snorted. "Trouser monkey, pocket rocket, schlong, trouser snake, sausage, man-meat." "Dong, Captain Winkie, frank and beans, torpedo, package." Thane smiled.

Charlie grinned and said, “Butt Trumpet?” Butt Trumpet was Max’s nickname back when they were in the orphanage. He used to be a chubby glutton who farted a lot, and more importantly, he farted wherever he went and whenever he felt like it. He would fart in classes, during game times, during meals, and when sleeping. At that time, everyone was troubled and in misery due to his farts, hence the nickname—Butt Trumpet.

“Mr. Calmar doesn’t show off. He is probably hiding in an open spot, waiting for us to catch him and deal with him.” “Then… Cockeye?” Eduardo tsked. “Cockeye is a pussy. I would drink the entire ocean if he did this.” What kind of name is Cockeye? But then, from the movies I have watched, I think gangsters are meant to have funny nicknames like Pencilgun or Dickmachine. I wonder if Alessandro has a nickname. I am sure it will have the word ‘death’ or ‘evil’ in it. Who knows, maybe his nickname is Evil Lord?