Captain Underpants Puppets Novels & Stories

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

As he spoke, he stood between the last pair of statues, and what happened next was a familiar cracking sound and scene. Two puppets emerged from the statues, charging at an incredible speed. The speed created a sound as they cut through the air. A chilling intent filled the air before they could even reach him. “Overlord’s Return!” Andrius swung his spear as usual, the tip striking the two rapidly approaching puppets. However, he was shocked at their recoil. “Oh?” Those two puppets had reached the strength of the Hollow stage. Although it was only at the early stage, their unique structure and lack of fear of pain or death made them difficult to deal with, and it was a problem.

My hips jerked, cock twitching against my abs. “That’s it,” he growled. “You’re taking my fingers so fucking well.” My breath left me in broken, shaky bursts as I pressed back against him, matching the rhythm of his fingers with slow, needy rolls of my fucking hips. I felt like I was losing my damn mind. “Lube me up, Andrew,” Captain said, tossing me the lube. “Get my cock nice and slick so I can fuck you.” It was a fucking miracle I didn’t come right then. And an even bigger one that my hands stayed steady as I squeezed out the lube. I leaned in, and slowly stroked my palm down the length of his hard dick.

She moaned hard from pleasure and pain. He grinded her slowly and then increased his pace again, this time he squeezed her breast and she cried out in pain. “You’re mine,” he kept on saying as he fucked her. He didn’t stop at you’re mine, he called her his slave, his pleasure, his treasure and the one that made her gasps was when he called her his puppet. So Carla was right? She thought to herself. When he was done, he released his seeds inside her and brought her down on her knees. “Suck it.” He ordered her.

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

"The campus gossip pages are already reposting it everywhere. Half the athletic boards are calling you a total homewrecker, and the hockey groupies are basically labeling you a puck-bunny who manipulated her way into the captain’s penthouse apartment." Puck-bunny. Homewrecker. Manipulator. Let's pretend that I do know what the word puck-bunny means. I already have a label— a dozen labels— on my back barely one week into resumption. I stared at the video loop as it restarted, watching myself look so small and trapped between the two look-alike brothers. These people didn't know the truth. They didn't know about Caleb's disgusting behavior, or the fact that I was completely broke, or the fake

His eyes widen but he does not argue, instead, he gets on his knees, his palms resting on his thighs as he looks up at me. “Good boy!” His dick twitches and I chuckle. Standing up from the sofa, I walk towards the back of the cabinet, pulling out a stash of toys I keep in a kit, for days when I have to go to the strip club from the hospital. I open the kit, pulling out a long device. It has a long ropelike chain with two metal pegs attached to it. I bring it over, his eyes widen. “What's that?” “It's a nipple clamp, and I'm going to be using it on you.”