Novel & Cerita Underpants Captain Underpants

“Hop in. But we’re not making fifty unnecessary stops. I want to get there as fast as possible.” “You’re a lifesaver, Lucas!” Jessica squealed, quickly pulling open the passenger door and sliding into the seat beside me. She pulled the door shut, and before I could even clear the university gates, the energy inside the truck shifted completely. Jessica unzipped her heavy denim jacket, casually draping it over the back of her seat. Underneath, she was wearing a dangerously low cut tank top that left very little to the imagination, paired with an extremely short, fitted pleated skirt. She immediately reached over, unbuckling her seatbelt for a brief second just to adjust her seating position,

Daisy, as if the entire novel weren’t a slow-motion warning about mistaking obsession for love when Priya dropped an iPad on top of her homework with the reverence of someone delivering a subpoena. “You need to see this.” “I need to finish grading these or Professor Alden’s going to make me retake comp myself.” “Bella. Look.” She looked. It was a video some hockey player, dark hair, broad shoulders, absolutely leveling another player into the boards while the crowd screamed. The caption read: NORTHRIDGE CAPTAIN LUCA DE SANTIS GOES VIRAL FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. “Okay,” Isabella said slowly. “And I care about this because…?”

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, Vote/Comment

Mason uttered. “They are allowed to put traps?” Rhea asked with her eyes wide. “Coach does whatever he Wants" Mason uttered. “I know the ropes of this forest. Kai and I analysed it before coming here so everyone should follow behind me…” “Who's the captain here?” I interrupted his words and he turned to me wuthering a frown. “There are no captains in a scavenger hunt, Zander. We are a team…” “I don't give a fuck, who is the Captain here?” I asked again and he clenched his jaws.

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?”

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!

“You’re all bark and no bite.” Mason’s jaw flexed, color climbed up his neck. “I’ll fuck you up.” Kyle stepped in until their chests were almost touching. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but the presence was. Kyle carried himself like someone who had never once lost a fight. “I don’t think that’s something you wanna say to your captain.” He reached out, grabbed the front of Mason’s shirt with both hands, and gave it two sharp little tugs like he was brushing imaginary dirt off.

Pink Bunny was puzzled. Captain who wasn’t present seemed well aware of all the tragedies that happened inside the Underworld even before his involvement. ‘How did you know…’ The kings’ gazes were asking him that. With curled eyes, Captain snorted. “We are the best informant in the whole world. A little digging is nothing compared to the prize that I will get.” “Which is?” Smart asked suspiciously at him. “Their despair.” Smart cackled cynically. “Of course,” your heart is as black as our beloved Holiness.

I tilt my head to the side, experimenting, and am desperately pleased when the fire goes wide and low, creating a wide ring on the ground instead of a tall funnel. “God damn it,” the Captain says, his face bursting into a grin. Then he looks over at me. “How…how big can it get?” I glance over at Jackson who looks down at me, quite casual. “I’ve got…acres of power left in me, Ari. I’m not kidding when I say this is a croissant.” When I look back at the Captain his face is twisted in confusion. “A croissant?” I laugh. “He just means it can get big. Really big.”

But he was wearing Calvin Klein underwear. His manhood is poking on the short. I gasp before closing my eyes. I bit my lower lip. I heard a faint chuckle. I opened my eyes and that's when he pushed it down. The big monster erecting in front of me. Lord forgive my eyes. It is as long and big as the last time.