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Fic: Forced

2008-07-08T05:00:48Z

Yeah, another fic. SORRY! ;____; I'll update tomorrow with a real entry. Promise!

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Title: Forced
Fandom: WWE
Pairing: John Cena/Randy Orton, slight John Cena/Mickie James
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: M
Warnings: Strong language, sex between two men
A/N: I'm sick of Mickie James flirting with John >| So this is how I think their little relationship should go.
Summary: Randy's not happy with John and Mickie's relationship and he's willing to do anything to change it to his favor.

It didn't please him. It disgusted him. It gave him the desire to kill something, or someone. Watching Mickie flirt with John made him sick to his stomach. He always wanted John, but could never confess. Now that he's taken by some bitch, he wanted him even more.

"So, I was thinking maybe... we can go to this club. It's only a few blocks away and they play some great music." Mickie suggested, playing with her hair.

"Yeah, sure. Right after the show?" John replied. They were both smiling at each other big and bright.

"Why can't he smile at me like that?" Randy thought, watching the two from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah, sounds great. I'll see you then."

"Later." Mickie waved and started to half skip, half walk in Randy's direction.

"Hey, Mickie." Randy said. Mickie stopped in her tracks and looked at the younger man.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Could I speak to you for a minute?" Mickie nodded and Randy led her as far away from John as possible. When they were out of ear shot of John, a smirk was plastered on Randy's face. "Mickie, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but... John doesn't like you." Mickie's face dropped while disappointment filled her eyes.

"Wh-what? What do you mean he doesn't like me?"

"Well, I can tell you're into him, but he's not into you. He's just being a nice guy. He would not be heart broken if you left him for someone else. Not one bit."

"Oh, now I get it." The anger in Mickie's voice began to rise. "You just want to get rid of him, so you can have me. I get it now! Well you can't have me!"

"What? No, I don't want you. I got a family already, why the hell would I want you?" Her face dropped again as true realization hit.

"Oh... okay. Well... thanks for the warning." Randy smiled.

"It's my pleasure. Anyway, good luck with your match tonight."

"Thanks..." She walked away. The skip in her step suddenly gone. Randy couldn't help, but grin at how well that went.

"Perfect. Now no one is in my way."

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Randy waited in his hotel room for John. They've been rooming since January to cut down on the costs. Finally, John walked in, tired and confused.

"Hey, 'bout time you got back." Randy greeted.

"Yeah, I was suppose to go out with Mickie, but she ditched me." John replied. He dropped his bags by his bed and laid on his bed. "I wanted to get some too... you know what I mean." He closed his eyes and tried to relax.

"I know what you mean, you wanted some ass, but the night is still young."

"Too tired to go out looking."

"Who said you had to go out?" John chuckled, eyes still closed.

"What? Did you bring a hooker in here or something?"

"No..." Randy slowly got off his bed and walked over to John's. "You already got someone, right here." He climbed on top and straddled John's hips. John opened his eyes to Randy, staring right at him with lust in his eyes.

"Randy! Get the fuck off me!" John tried to buck him off, but it seemed to turn on the younger one. "There's is no way I'm letting you fuck me up the ass! I don't swing that way!" Randy let out a sigh of annoyance before pinning John's hands to the bed.

"Why does everyone think I want to fuck them? John... I want you to fuck me up the ass. I want to feel you inside me." John froze for a second, then tried to struggle out again.

"There's no way I'm going to fuck a guy!"

"Why John? What can she do that I can't?" John stopped struggling and stared at him. He thought about for a good minute before coming up with an answer.

"Submit. You would never be submissive to me. You're too rebellious to be tamed, follow orders, and be happy doing so. You would never give up to me willingly."

"You think so? Try me." John thought this might be trick, the whole sex thing. Plus, he did want to get laid and he didn't really care who he fucked.

"Fine, take your clothes off." Randy removed his clothes quickly and tossed them to the side. He was now on his knees in front of John in nothing. "Okay, take off my clothes." Randy removed John's shirt slowly, feeling the bare skin of the man he's wanted for so long. With the shirt removed, he wasted no time removing his pants and boxers. Randy took in the whole sight of him with a smile on his face. "You like?"

"Oh yeah..." He trailed off. His hands ran up his thighs slowly, so tempted to just go after the prize.

"Suck it." Randy glanced up in disbelief, but he saw John nod with his confident smile on his face. Randy blushed and nodded. He leaned down and took the whole thing into his mouth in one swallow. "Holy fuck!" He sucked on it, letting his tongue massage the flesh. John groaned as his hips bucked up into Randy's face. "That's enough! Let go!" Randy released him and tried to catch his breath.

"Did... did I do something... wrong?" John shook his head.

"No, but I know you want me inside you." Randy looked at John, again in disbelief. "I'm too lazy to get up and fuck you, so you're gonna have to work for it. Is that okay with you?" Randy nodded and crawled up to John. He stopped as John stuck two fingers into his mouth. "Remember, these are going up your ass. Do yourself a favor." Randy sucked on his fingers before he pulled them out and shoved it into his entrance.

"Fuck, John!" He cried out. John stretched him out quickly before grabbing his hips and shoving him down onto his cock. Randy cried out a mix of yelling and moaning.

"So, how does it feel having my cock in your ass? Still want it?" John chuckled to himself, thinking he won, but the answer he got was unexpected.

"Oh God, yes I want it!" John was stunned. Randy really did want him. "This feels so great. You're finally inside me. I'm finally yours." Randy lifted himself up before slamming back down. Another moan escaped from the younger man.

"You... you really wanted me?" Randy could only moan his answer as he continued going up and down. "God, you're so fucking tight!" He could feel his release coming closer each time Randy came down. He watched as Randy wrapped his hand around his own cock and stroked hard and fast. "Randy... I'm gonna..." But it was too late. He came inside the younger man with Randy coming right after him all over the both of them. As their highs passed, Randy stood sat there, John's cock in his ass. "Randy... you can get off now."

"Give me a sec, I just want to savor this feeling." After a minute, Randy finally removed himself from the other man and collapsed on top of him. "Oh God, that was amazing."

"Yeah, that was... something..." Randy cupped John's face in his hand and turned it to face him. He kissed him flat on the lips in a sweet and tender kiss. They parted and Randy smiled.

"John... I wish I could have told you sooner, but... I love you. I love you so much." John, still in slight shock, nodded in reply.

"I love you too, Randy." Randy smiled wider before closing his eyes and falling asleep, holding onto John. John sighed. He just said that he loved him, but he wasn't sure if he meant it.

Fic: Past to Present

2008-07-07T07:31:05Z

Title: Past to Present
Fandom: WWE
Pairing: John Cena/Randy Orton
Genre: Romance/Smut
Rating: MA bitches >83
Warnings: Mild language, crossdressing, master/slave relationship, sex between two men, hypnosis
A/N: This idea doesn't want to leave my head, so here ya go! AND YES~! I FINALLY WROTE SMUT!
A/N 2: SOMEBODY! PLEASE WRITE SOME HYPNOSIS CENA/ORTON FICS FOR ME! (Preferably Randy getting hypnotized) I SHALL PAY IN FIC, ICONS, LAYOUTS, WHATEVER! ANYONE WHO DOES IT GETS MY ETERNAL LOVE!
Summary: After poking around the house, John discovers an interesting side to Randy.

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John rummaged through the various boxes in the attic. Dust flew everywhere as he opened the next box.

"Someone needs to put a fucking window up here." He coughed out. He read the box and it said "Randy's. DO NOT OPEN!" "Pssh. What the fuck could that guy be hiding?" He reached in and pulled out a dog collar. "An old pet? Why would he be hiding this?" He kept looking through the boxes and his eyes widened. Various sexual toys, props, and costumes were in here. There were a few tapes with various names on them.

"Do I dare even look at these?... Yes I do!" He grabbed a few of the tapes and rushed to their room. He inserted one tape and it began playing. As it played, John became turned on. The tape show Randy being a submissive sex partner to random men. John couldn't believe that it was Randy, but it was. His tattoos matched along with his voice. John stopped the tape and smiled.

"I think we're gonna have a bit of fun tonight."

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Randy walked in and shut the front door.

"John! Where are you?" He shouted as he put his keys back into his pocket.

"Upstairs!" John called back. Randy grabbed his things and walked up stairs. He walked into their room and Randy froze, dropping his belongings. John was holding up one of Randy's dresses.

"Hmm... this might look good on you." Randy tore the dress out of his hands quickly.

"What the fucking hell?! Where did you find this?!" John smirked at Randy despite the deadly glare he was receiving.

"In the attic. I was bored and decided to go look through the boxes. I didn't know you were a sex slave! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you weren't suppose to know! That's why, you fucktard!"

"Calm down. I'm not gonna tell anyone. But I will admit, it was fucking hot when you were being so obedient." Something inside Randy was triggered as the glare faded. He looked at the dress in hands and started shaking a bit. "Randy, you o-"

"Go down stairs and come back up in 20 minutes." He said calmly. John was even more puzzled, but left and went down stairs like asked. He waited there for his 20 minutes, then came back up. He opened the door to their room and saw Randy in the dress he was looking at earlier. Randy bowed and greeted him.

"Hello, master." John was confused. Randy exploded at him, and now he turned into his old job of a slave.

"Randy? What's gotten into you? Snap out of-"

"Nothing's gotten into me. I'm just here to serve you, master." John thought about it for a second. He did watch the videos and saw just how obedient Randy could be. This might be his one and only chance to fuck a willing Randy Orton, but would the eventually backlash make it worth it?

"Serve me? Well, just awhile ago, you were yelling at me and insulting me."

"Well, maybe I should be punished."

"Maybe... you okay with that?"

"I would let you kill me if it pleased you. I'm yours, master. Do whatever you like." On the inside, John was jumping up and down, freaking out over his dream coming true.

"Fine. Bend over and stick that cute little ass of yours high into the air as possible."

"As you wish, master." He bent over and onto the bed. Crossing his arms and resting his head on them. John slowly approached Randy, afraid that the dream might end at any moment. He placed his hands on his hips, feeling around the young man's lower half. A moan of approval was made by Randy as he closed his eyes to savor the feeling. John smirked as he raised his free hand high before smacking it against Randy's ass. Randy gasped and melted into a moan.

"Now, what should I do to really punish you?" He released John from his grip and walked to the box of the toys. He reached in and pulled out a cock ring. "This will do." Randy stood up, then sat back on the bed, crawling up a bit so he could lay down. John followed him and pulled the hem of the dress up. He pulled the lacy pair of underwear off, exposing his cock, and slipped the cock ring on him. His slave moaned at the cold metal wrapping around the base and shivered. "You'll get your release when the time is right, understand?"

"Of course, master. Your pleasure before mine." John's smile grew at his willingness. He crawled up to his face and dove in for a heated kiss. Randy gave him entrance as soon as their lips touched. John's tongue danced in his mouth, causing the younger man to moan in delight. Their lips parted and John turned Randy over without hesitation.

"On your hands and knees. Now!"

"Yes, master." He lifted himself up so he was on all fours. John got on his knees and lifted up the hem of the dress again.

"Your ass is beyond perfect. So... fuckable." He raised his hand and slammed it down on his ass. Randy snapped his head back and let out a loud moan.

"Oh God! Do it again!" He begged.

"Now, is that how you ask for something?" John grabbed his dick and gave it a hard twist, making Randy scream in pain.

"I'm sorry, master. Please, do that again, master. I will do anything in return." John nodded, satisfied, and repeated the action over and over again. Randy made unmanly noises as John continued. John stopped suddenly and proceeded to remove his clothes. Randy shivered in excitement when he saw clothes being tossed into the corner. John grabbed the lube from the table and squeezed a small amount on his fingers. With no warning, two fingers entered Randy.

"Holy fuck!" He screamed out. He gripped onto the sheets as hard as he can. John didn't waste any time. He stretched him out as fast as he could before pulling out and lubing himself up. He straightened up and aiming carefully, he thrusted in hard and fast. "Master!" John reached his hands up and held his slave's face.

"Randy... You're so tight. So fucking tight... Feels so good..." Randy caught onto the rhythm, so he was pushing his ass against his cock, making it go farther in.

"Glad... that I can please you..." The thrusts kept getting faster and John was on the verge of his release. John tilted his hips just right to hit Randy's sweet spot. A strangled cry escaped from Randy. He was already so close and that just brought him even closer. "Oh God, master! Fuck me harder! Please!" John thrusted in one more time before reaching his release. He began kissing and suckling on Randy's exposed neck as he came down from his high. Randy cried more, knowing that the ring would keep him from his release and cause more pain. John finally pulled out and fell onto the bed. Randy sat on his heels and tried to block the pain from the ring. John looked over at Randy, whose tears were now visible.

"Randy... that's right. You still need to get off. Here, let me-"

"It's okay." Randy interrupted. "It's punishment. I can handle it. I deserve this." John approached him from behind and wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

"No, you've been punished enough. You deserve your release." John removed the ring and tossed it on the floor. He began stroking him, causing him to moan out loud.

"Master... I..." Before he could finish, he reached his orgasm. His head fell back as he rode his orgasm out.

"Sorry I made you do that. I just got caught up in the moment."

"Yeah! You better be!" John looked straight at Randy and realized the obedient Randy was gone. "You fucker! I might have been in my trance, but I remember everything you did to me! That's it! No sex for four weeks! I won't even let you jerk off in the shower!" John's jaw dropped.

"Wh-wh-what?! You can't be serious!"

"I am! It was bad enough you took advantage of me, but was the cock ring and spanking REALLY necessary?!" Randy got off of the bed and stormed out the room. "I WILL get my revenge John and it starts today!" Randy slammed the door, leaving John stunned.

"Fuck! I knew I shouldn't have done anything... but wait, he was in a trance?" John then remembered the tapes. Randy would be himself until his client would say "obedient". John grinned as evil plans formed in his head. "I need to look into this more..."

Fic: You/Thanks

2008-06-14T19:13:49Z

Title: You/Thanks
Fandom: WWE
Pairing: John Cena/Randy Orton
Rating: T (:O WHAT IS THIS?!)
Genre: Romance/Hurt and Comfort
Warnings: Mild language, rape, attempted suicide, male/male relationships, minor sexual themes
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them. They would be working at Hibari-te (maid!boys cafe) if I did, but they don't :[
A/N: Yes, I know there's no actual smut in this fic, but please read :[ I would love to see some feedback when I get back from Japan. Also, in my world, Randy NEVER married Samantha, hokay?
A/N: This is a fanmix!fic. Download the song for this chapter here

Part 1: You

Chapter 1: You

John's POV

"John... help me..." I heard his voice say over the phone. So weak, so helpless. I didn't believe what the caller ID said, but it was his voice. It was Randy.

"Randy! Where are you?! What happened?!" I shouted into the phone. I heard a cough before he continued.

"I think... I'm a few blocks away..." His cough became harsher and couldn't finish.

"Okay, from the hotel right? Right, I'm on my way. I'll be there in less than a minute. Just hang on, okay?!" He replied with a small "okay" as I put on my shoes and rushed out the door and down the stairs. I rushed in the direction of the bar he went to and stopped at every alleyway. It was at the tenth one that I found him curled up against the wall. I ran over and dropped to my knees to asses the damage. "Randy! Oh God, Randy! Say something!" His eyes opened half way and looked up at me.

"John..." He raised his hand and reached out to me. I grabbed his hand tight to reassure him.

"It's okay. I'm here. We'll get you some help." I pulled him up into my lap and called 911.

"...sorry." He mumbled. I looked at him, but the operator soon got on the line, so I had no time to think about that. Still, it lingered in the back of my mind on why he would say that.

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Sitting out in the waiting room was not a pleasant experience. I still have no clue as to exactly what happened. I was dozing off in my chair until my phone rang loudly. I answered it, slightly annoyed.

"What?"

"John! Heeey. What's going on?" I heard Jericho's voice say.

"I'm at the hospital right now and-"

"The hospital?! What happened?! Did you get in a fight with a crazy fan or something?!"

"No no. I'm fine. Randy called and he was hurt. I found him in an alleyway looking pretty bad."

"Is he okay now?" I let out a heavy sigh.

"I honestly have no idea. They haven't told me anything."

"Okay, well, if you hear anything about him, let us know. Shit, I hope this isn't too bad."

"Same here. Anyway, I'll let you go. Get some rest."

"You too. It could be a long night for you."

"Yeah, see you later."

"Bye." I hung up and looked at the clock. 12:32 am. I heard a door open and close near by me. I snapped my head to the sound and there was a nurse standing outside Randy's door.

"Are you with this man?" She said, pointing to the door.

"Yeah, I am. How bad is it? Will he be okay? Do you know what happened?"

"Calm down!" She snapped at me. "Yes, he'll be okay. Physically at least. He has-"

"Wait, what do you mean by "physically at least"?" The nurse bit her lip nervously before looking up.

"Well, after examination, we concluded that he has some minor internal damage that could have been caused from sexual intercourse. Simply put, we believe that he was raped." I could only stare at her. Randy... got raped. "Now, this is only an assumption. There's a possibility that it could be something else-"

"Like what?" I said coldly. Silence filled the room, showing that there wasn't anything else.

"Never mind. Anyway, I think he might be asleep, but you can go check on him if you like." I nodded and walked past her into the room. It was dark, but I could see the outline of him in the bed. I walked towards the bed and looked down at his sleeping form. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. He opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were cold as usual, but something about them changed. I just can't put my finger on it.

"John? What are you doing here?" He asked. His voice was soft and quiet. It was almost impossible to hear him.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"You didn't have to."

"But I wanted to." He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. "Go back to sleep. You need some rest." He gave me a soft glare and tore his hand out of mine.

"What are you? My mother?" I laughed and sat down in the chair by his bed.

"No, just a caring person." He turned over to look at me, his glare still in place.

"...Fine." He closed his eye, grasping onto to the sheets tight. I placed his hand on his arm and he jerked away.

"Sorry." He fell asleep shortly after that. I watched him sleep until I couldn't keep my eyes open and fell asleep as well.

Icons #01

2008-05-25T05:55:07Z

[7] Avatar: The Last Air Bender
[6] Cloverfield
[6] Higurashi no Naku Koro ni
[6] Soul Eater
[4] Lucky Star
[1] Random (Luigi)

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Table for 21_songs

2008-05-20T03:07:04Z

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Date started: 5/19/08
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Last Updated: May 21, 2008

Tutorial [01]

2008-04-25T01:38:30Z

This is a tutorial for screencaps that are too yellow. Works best with Cloverfield screencaps.

Done with PS CS3. Not translatable. Involves selective coloring, Hue/Saturation, and Brightness/Contrast.

Start with your base by cropping and sharping it to your liking.

Next, duplicate your base and set it to screen 100% (the value can be altered if base is already bright).

Now to get rid of all the yellow. Create a new selective color layer and put in these values.

RED -> +36, -27, -72, -49
YELLOW -> +57, -29, -70, +20
NEUTRALS -> +27, +6, +16, -11

It's a bit dull... let's add another selective color layer :D

RED -> -100, +67, +66, +100
YELLOW -> -100, -16, +36, +28
NEUTRALS -> -16, -11, +7, -9

Duplicate your base again. Set it screen 100% and bring it to the top.

Make a Hue/Saturation layer. Set Saturation to +20

Create a brightness/contrast layer. MAKE SURE "USE LEGACY" IS CHECKED

Brightness -> +20
Contrast -> +10

One more selective coloring layer! This came from a tutorial someone made, but it really helped with the icon.

RED -> -100, 0, +100, 0
YELLOW -> -100, 0, -100, 0
CYAN -> +100, -100, -100, +100
BLUE -> +100, -100, -100, +100
MAGENTA -> -100, +100, -100, +100
NEUTRALS -> +40, 0, -9, +8

YEA! It's done 8DDDD Here are some other icons done with this tutorial.

If you have any comments or questions, let me know 8]

Credits/Resources

2008-04-20T04:15:44Z

Pictures:
pieces_of_randy
WWE.com
Randy-Orton.com
Google
My own screencapping

Textures:
bombottosa
erniemay
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skeletton
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palebird
the_preamble
ownthesunshine
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[Bad username: crisscross_icons]
masterjinn

I know I missed a lot. If you see any of your textures in my icons/graphics, just let me know. I'll give you credit.

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2008-04-20T04:02:45Z

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