Noopster and Marauder's Stories

  The Dirty Uncle Chapter 2, "The Pool Party". by  Noopster. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading. --- 'Ow, my fucking head! Shit, what time is it?' The phone ringing woke Justin Bieber up to the biggest hangover of his short, pathetic life. It was Selena, but why was she calling this early in the morning? "Uh hey, baby, what's up?" he groggily answered. "I'm here. Come let me in." "What? Why didn't you ring the door?" "Um, well, because…” “Because what?” “Because I know your uncle is here and I don't wanna run into him yet! ...I need talk to you first." "What the-- alright,” he sighed, rubbing his temple in frustration, “I'll be down in a sec." The short walk to the front door seemed like a march through the desert for the hungover young man. He didn't remember much...

El Hoyo Blanco featuring Selena Gomez & Theresa Mingus A canon continuation of Noopster’s ‘El Hoyo Negro’ DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading. by Marauder. — July, 2021 “God. I don’t think you understand just how good you look in that bikini,” Selena’s best friend and ex-assistant said to the Baila Conmigo singer, as she stood in front of a large mirror. “I really wish you had let me put your name on this one instead of the other one, you look so damn hot…Not something I’ve been able to say lately.” Selena rolled her eyes at Theresa’s remark, yet another dig at her subdued and often TOO casual choices in wardrobe and activities over the past couple of years. Normally guarded and clad in cozy sweaters, even in the dead of summer, Selena had instead traded all of that for the most revealing swimsuit of the collection, The Marie top & bottom. The tear dropped s...