Captain Underpants Tralala Novels & Stories

I groaned, someone laughed and I knew it was Lucia. "Aurelia, get up this instant. Don't embarrass me." Father snapped from behind me, I winced as I tried to stand and I made a wrong move and my sweatpants ripped, revealing my Superman underwear, Lucia gasped and bursts into another wave of laughter. I closed my eyes in embarrassment and managed to get up, my hand went to my bottom trying to cover up the tear. How could my sweatpants rip, sure they felt a little snug but I hadn't known they were that tight on me.

"Open your eyes and look carefully! That's our captain! The Pirate Queen!" Hank's legs gave out as he collapsed on the deck while Winnie's phone slipped from her hand again and it fell on the deck with a clatter. She kept shaking her head, her words all over the place. "No... There's absolutely no way that's true! If she's the Pirate Queen, then why would she wash our underwear and take out our trash every day?!" I walked over to Kaplan's sofa and sat down, crossing my legs. Kaplan immediately scrambled over on his hands and knees and used his sleeve to wipe the dust off the tip of my boots.

They looked at each other. "Oh, fuck this," exclaimed Carla. "This is bullshit. Drop your pants, I have to see this thing." I was confused at being called out on this, of all details. My hands automatically strayed toward my waist band, but I stopped and explained, "It's not, um, interested right now! It's the same size as most everybody else I've seen in the shower when it's like this." "Stop reaching for your pants," Bridget shouted desperately. "We are not going to all stand here and worship your cock!"

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

I tried again, louder. “Hey. I’m Lena Hale from the Northcrest Daily. I need to set up an interview with you for a feature.” Cole finally slowed down and glided over. He stopped right in front of me, still on the ice while I stood on the rubber mats. Up close he was even taller than I thought. His eyes were this crazy light blue, almost gray. Cold. He looked at me like I was wasting his time. I waited. He said nothing. “Good communication skills for a captain,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out.

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.” He laughed, it was a deep, rich sound. It was no mystery why the ladies were swooning over him. In the next moment, I saw a strange expression flash across his face, and he looked at me intently. “You should stop working here.” I scoffed, “And let my mother die on the sickbed? That's a fat no.” Before he could reply, laughter erupted from the door of the club. It was so familiar that it made me turn. Damn it. What were these guys doing here?

Vivi stayed on the edge at first, but Theo handed her a slice and Finn teased Asher mercilessly about “painting dates.” “Captain’s gone soft,” Finn laughed. “But we like her.” Asher pulled Vivi onto the couch beside him. His arm stayed around her shoulders. For a few hours, the sabotage felt distant. But Delphine ruined it. Late that night, after everyone left, Vivi’s phone lit up. A new post from an anonymous account: more old sketches mixed with the leaked one of Asher. The caption read: “Captain distracted by damaged goods? Exhibition preview looks weak.” Attached was a fake review mocking her series as “rehashed trauma.”

Marcus sat in one of the wide leather seats, legs spread, still in his captain’s uniform minus the tie. “Come here, baby.” Lila straddled his lap, knees sinking into the soft leather on either side of his thighs. His hands roamed possessively over her body — squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to grip her ass. “You’ve been such a good girl today,” he murmured, nipping at her collarbone. “But I want more. I want you to ride Captain’s cock like you were made for it.” He freed his thick, hard length from his pants. Lila wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly as she positioned herself.

The cold air from the arena slowly faded away as we walked deeper into the athletic building. We passed several closed wooden doors before we finally reached a heavy metal door with a small silver plaque that read 'Team Captain'. Connor pushed the heavy door open, pulled me inside the small room, and closed the metal door securely behind us to block out any eavesdropping teammates. The private office was very clean and smelled strongly of fresh laundry detergent and leather equipment. A large wooden desk sat in the center of the room, and a comfortable leather couch rested against the painted cinderblock wall.

Wake up you sluts!.” Captain growled, splashing water on them. Tina and Meredith scrambled up. their torn clothes were wet, clinging to their skin. Captain’s pulse raced as his dick hardened. “The only person who’s on a holiday here is…” he pointed at himself. He smirked at Tina, his eyes lingering on her breast. Tina scowled and crossed her arms over her chest as she gathered her knees to herself. “Not happy to see me? Or were you beginning to think i would never show up,” Captain said aloud, dragging Tina’s to the iron bar violently with the chain tied to her ankle.