Captain Underpants Tralala Novels & Stories

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please,

When there were only a handful of guests left, some slurring and ready for sleep, some, like Baden, impatient, bored, but interested in seeing if he could finesse a young builder’s labourer named Billy O’Leary out of his underpants, a tacit command, a look in the eyes, made them pair off or follow Lala as she took Quentin and Billy by the hand and led them upstairs. Lala had had Quentin many, many times, but the freshman Billy, though he was very short, had a strange, electric charisma in a rough, working class way, and was very well proportioned. One could ignore the spitefulness and evil of his looks, - he looked like one of those mugshots of callous serial killers post arrest - Lala thoug

“If you start making even more fuss, I’ll have you wear g-strings.” I looked at him in horror. “They don’t have g-strings for men! Wait…do they?” “Tina?” Zach smirked at her, who then smirked back conspirationally and turned on the browser page and typed in the words. And just like that…hundreds of pictures of men in those flimsy underwear popped up on the screen, looking proud as fuck as they displayed those excuse for an underwear that left little to the imagination. “Motherfuckers!” I cursed out loud before I could stop myself. “You’ve got to be fucking shitting me!”

"Fuck out here." Matt didn't even move an inch but he sneered, his usual bravado in his expression. “Aww, Captain, I think the queer has a crush on you.” His eyes gleamed with menace. “Sorry, but everyone knows our captain Noah likes slim girls, not queers butt fairies like you.”

Fuck, what wrong with me? “What do you say captain? Want to play?” Justin asked, snapping me out of my trance. I turned to him and they were all staring at me. Kai had a knowing look on his face, having caught who I was staring at. I cleared my throat. “Play what?” I asked and Justin explained the rules of the game. I shouldn't bother her. With everything that had happened to her, she deserved the fun. Plus, she was a grown up and could take care of herself.

One reckless, unspeakably stupid mistake that started, like most of my awful mistakes, when I couldn’t sleep. I’d been up late, the night blurring into a fog of late-night scrolling and poor decisions. One of Captain’s videos had popped up. It wasn’t even that revealing. Just moody lighting and those signature half-lidded eyes of his, slow gestures, that lazy smirk that felt like it saw right through you. I watched it once. Then again. And again. I don't even know what I was looking for. A thrill? A sign? Some sense of control?

I wanted to make a salute, but apparently, the chair didn't allow me to. "This is detention, Meow," said the captain. "And that chair there is your throne." "You're not going to drill my brains out, are you?" I asked and realized I had forgotten to address him. "Sir." "Just a little something to make you behave," the captain said and nodded at the guy beside me. I watched him grab a remote and press buttons. Then, I heard myself scream. --- Shut your mouth, dumbass! Shut it! Shut it! Shut it!

Annika promised the skipper. Annika was thrilled to be sitting by his side; she was curious about what was on his computer, so the captain opened the albums on his computer and showed her some images. "This is me when I was a baby," Captain said, displaying his cutest baby photographs. He was a small fat baby with the grayest eyes and red lips pink infant you'll ever see. "I seem like a little piggy here, don't I?" the skipper jokes about his newborn photographs. Annika's response: "I want a kid like that!" laughing! "Oh, be cautious what you say, ha! ha! ha!" the captain says in response to her jokes.

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 strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.