Captain Underpants Tralala Novels & Stories

I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody. He was a somebody. No, he was Jace Storme.

^•^MATURE SCENE^•^ ~~NEET'S POV~~ I positioned myself on his cock and slowly let it fit inside me, first the tip then the whole. I still can't believe that it actually fit completely despite its humongous size. It pained a little when it entered, stretching me but after sliding in and out the pain subdued. Well let me tell you a secret *whispers* The pain was worth it...hehe *evil laughter*😎😎

"I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this." "Do what? Be happy?" Oliver took a step closer. "Be gay!" Alexander shouted. The words echoed in the large room. "I'm not gay, Oliver. I can't be. My father... the team... they expect me to be a legend. Legends don't sleep with their male assistants." He looked panicked. He looked like a trapped animal. Oliver felt a pang of sympathy. He walked right up to Alexander. He didn't care that he was naked and Alexander was in a suit. He felt more powerful like this.

“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

Christopher mumbled unwilling to peel his eyes away from the girls in front of him. "Hmm I think it's important be certain you're feeling better... Hey what's that!?" Alayna Cried out looking worried. The twins both turned their heads at once. Alayna was on her feet and went in for a slide tackle that would impress most soccer players, but instead of taking out the girls, she slid between them and ripped down both their pants exposing their round beautiful butts. "Hey!" Lala called out angrily at first but a mischievous grin quickly replaced her frown. "Maaaaster." She called out seductively bending over.

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

he firmly states, not flinching nor giving any hint of uncertainty. “How come?” she quickly says back not believing such a thing was possible. The captain finally looks at her with a very naughty smile. “Because they like men,” he whispers to her. “Oh,” was all Karilaya could say. Her grin quickly faded as she felt her cheeks heat up from the man’s closeness at that moment, not to mention her humiliation from not believing the man. The captain was unable to hold his chuckle, giving them some time of silence. The man cleared out his throat after a few moments of holding his laughter. “Which returns us to our current problem,” he finally says after finding his voice once more.

(TODD’S POV) CANDY: I can't thank you enough for everything you do for me. I will do everything in my power to make you proud today and I know you will do just the same. As always. All the best, My Star Player. "Ooooh! The caption is definitely looking at nudes!" someone yelled, and the locker room erupted in laughter. "Has to be!" Laurel said, coming over and giving me a slap on my shoulder. "That large grin on his goofy ass face is not because he's rewatching his funky first quarter!"

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”