(a/n I'm sorry .)

Justin Bieber is pushed against the wall as the pomegranate juice sexily slides down his face, screaming homophobic slurs as it makes its way past those flared nostrils and plush lips. He chomps on the plethora of red, moist seeds, his homophobic soul devouring the dripping fruit. His dark soul sighs in pleasure from the feeding of its true desire; pure red destruction. He walks out of his house, pomegranates spilling from his body. Everyone watches, unable to look away from sexy Justin Bieber, as he makes his way down a street lit only by the streetlights that glint off the moisture accumulating on the sour seeds. "I'm so moist," he groans, trying to wipe himself clean but unable to because for some reason he is in the street.

From the corner of his eye he can see his worst enemy approaching; Voldemort, clad only in a cape of rainbows and matching paint steadily dripping from his cheek. Sexy Pomegranated Justin Bieber knows what he must do; he rushes to his tank.  He was about to enter his tank when he realized in fact that Voldemort was naked and wearing pomegranates. So Justin rushes towards him, ready to suck the juices from his body. His mouth clamps on Voldemort's shining pomegranate skin before he suddenly thought, "Wait, dude... that's kinda gay." and hurriedly backed away. Voldemort rolled his eyes, saying, "cause you're a little bit gay." Justin runs after Voldemort "ThAtS gAy!!!!" His pomegranates surfaced,  shrieking of the abuse about to be inflicted, as the weak muscles of Justin Bieber attempt aggression on Voldy's sculpted face. Voldemort, though, just laughs, thrusting his naked body around, sucking the pomegranates from Justin's bare chest. "You homophobic pomegranate," Voldy smiles, walking away into the night, Justin unable to look away from his naked body. Justin Bieber pauses, cocking his head as he stares after the last glimmer of light from the lamps reflecting off that grey/green skin fading back into the night. Hmm. Maybe that was kinda gay. And now he had no pomegranates to tell him otherwise...

Justin, angered and hella moist, runs after Voldemort, trying to recognize his naked body in the crowd of people staring. "Voldy? Come back! I'm gay and have more pomegranates!" Justin grabs multiple red, juicy fruits and stuffs them in his pants, which grew tighter. Voldemort turned slowly, his sharpened teeth bared in a grin. His hand steadily raised to his own cheek as he stepped closer to Justin, before reaching out to smear the paint onto Justin, marking him as his. "Daddy?" Justin smiles, looking at Voldy passionately. Voldemort's smile turned even more predatory. "You know, I killed MY daddy." His claw moved to grip Justin's silky locks tightly. Justin's eyes glowed as he looked up into his daddy's.

"Suck me, daddy," Justin hissed sexily. The pomegranates began falling out of his pants.
"Oh is that what you want, little homophobic slut. Not so against me now are you?" Voldemort growled, slapping Justin so that more pomegranates burst from his nose, ears, mouth, oozing from each orifice. Justin moaned as the fruits escaped his body, relieving Justin Bieber a lot. Voldy smiles, removing his cape so he is completely naked. From his asshole Voldemort withdrew a pint of stubbornness, pouring it down Justin's throat as he knelt to bite at his penis. And Justin woke up because this is all a pg rated dream. No sexy fun time here.

He rubbed his eyes wondering where the fuck that came from, and opened them to see... pomegranates. Mountains of them on his bedspread. "Hmm," he thought, "I don't remember buying these." He thought for a moment before shrugging. "Oh well." He turned over, smushing his face into a mound of seeds, and drifted back to sleep.

(A/n have I mentioned I'm sorry? Oh, and my friend and I kinda just wrote this,,,, texting back and forth and it became this, so,,, yeah.)