Handy Distraction

DeviantArt took one of my fics down, claiming it was pr0n. Despite having Mature warnings and a disclaimer on it. So I'm posting all my oneshots, JADRs, all that on here.
Enjoy them.


His fingers are so deliciously sinful to watch.
My eyes narrow as I watch his slender fingers dance along the slim object between them, and I bite my lower lip to contain a moan. He blinks at me, before turning his attention back to the task at hand.
I stare at him, my own hands twisting in the fabric underneath me, and his hands slide suddenly.
I close my eyes, trying not to focus, but his hands are working away too dilligently to ignore.
"Jhonen..." I whisper, hoping he doesn't hear me.
"Dib, what is it?" He replies softly, and I shake my head.
"N-nothing, I can wait till you're done." I mumble, and watch him even more intently.
"It's harder to concentrate when you're staring, Dib."
I blush, and try to tear my attention away from him, but I can't help it.
"Jhonen, You're hypnotising me again."
"What is your deal with my hands?" Jhonen whispers. I shrug.
"You gave me life with them. You give me my dreams with them. Your hands are practically my gods." I smile as he laughs, and I slide from the couch to wrap my arms around his waist.
"Dib, not now, I've nearly done it!" His voice is frantic, almost desperate. Now, I'm very patient with my dear creator, and will usually obey him.
But not today.
I slip my hands around his chest, ignoring his protests, resting my forehead against his back.
"You're warm..."
"Dib, I swear to Senor Diablo you'd better let me go."
I shake my head, grinning. "Threaten all you want, I'll just come back later when you're doing something else."
"Diiiiiib..." He moans, and I slip my fingers underneath his t-shirt, running my hands up his chest, and pinching at a nipple. Jhonen growls, and I reach up towards his ear, nipping at the bottom of it.
My red-headed creator snarls, and I run my tongue down his neck, leaving a long, wet trail along the sinew and muscle.
"DIB! STOOOP!!" He yells, and I jerk back from him as he pulls the guitar hero controller up, the screen going bright blue as he slams the chords together furiously.
I watch him, completely memerised as the last angry strains of "Through the Fire and Flames" crash together, and he unhooks the guitar, throwing the controller down and turning to me.
"Dib, what have I told you about bothering me when I'm on Guitar Hero?"
I slide back towards the couch as he advances on me, his glasses reflecting the light in an omnious manner. I bite my lip, supressing the smirk I want to let loose.
"Not to?" I try, and Jhonen nods.
"And just what did I say I would do if you bothered me again?"
I fall against the couch, biting my lip harder. What was the threat? "I don't remember."
"You'd better remember quickly. Because it's going to happen."
Jhonen straddles me, kneeling on the couch over me.
"Noooo, no, please..." I whisper, and the red-head removes his belt, and snaps it over me.
"Remember yet, Dib?"

Dont bother me on Guitar Hero again, or I'll

"Tie me up and fuck me senseless..." I whisper. Jhonen nods, grinning widely.
"Put your hands together and I might be gentle with you."
I obediently press my wrists together, holding them up in front of him. Wrapping the belt around my arms, he ties them together, tucking the loose end into the rest of the belt.
I lean forwards. "Do I at least get a kiss?"
Jhonen frowns, and leans down to give me a kiss, pushing his lips hard against mine. I part my lips obediently, and he presses himself hard against me. I whimper softly, and as we part, I pant for air.
He reaches up, gently tugging my glasses free from my eyes. I pout, and blink at the blurry shapes above me.
"Jhonen?"
"It's ok. I'm just fucking you senseless." Comes his voice from above me. My shirt is pushed up to underneath my armpits, and I gasp as something cold drips down into the middle of my chest, and a warm tongue laps at it. "You should remember you're being punished, Dib."
I grit my teeth, and sob as my pants are pulled down towards my knees.
"Jhonen!"
"Oh, is Dibbykins all anxious?" He mocks, snickering at my impatience. I snarl at him, or where his fuzzy blob appears to be.
Jhonen's hand reaches down towards me, and gently strokes over my stomach.
"Ready Dib?"
"No, you haven't even prepped me!" I snap, opening my eyes to glare at him.
"Call that a sort of punishment." Comes the sadistic snarl. I stare up in horror.
"Jhonen, no, you can't do this to me." I whisper. "I might have upset you, but..."
"Shut up or I make this worse for you."
I press my lips together, and wince as he leans down, trying to ease the pain by pushing his lips against mine in a kiss.
I started to sob as he began to press down into me. I reach both hands behind me to clutch at the back of the couch, my teeth gritting in agony.
"N-no..." I grate, and try to wriggle my hips to ease the pain slightly. Jhonen grabs hold of my hips, and I shake my head violently.
"J...Jhonen, no!"
His face is lowered to an inch in front of mine. I shake my head, and he reaches up towards me.
"You gonna bug me while I play Guitar Hero again?"
"No! I promise I'll be good!" I shout, and Jhonen smiles. Something cold spreads around my entrance, and Jhonen slicks his way deep inside me.
I hiss my pain at his entry, and he smirks, his hands gently running up my sides as I rock gently against him, my hands clawing at the back of the couch.
"J-Jhonen..." I pant, the curling heat in my body becoming an ache between my legs. "Jhonen, I'm...I'm coming..."
He pulls me down onto his lap, and I bite into his belt, muffling my cries and sobs as the very hands that created me force me down as he lets out a loud roar, slamming home into my body. I wail out loud as heat shoots through my entire body.
I feel the belt unwrap from my arms, and hear Jhonen pick up his controller. "Now, just behave yourself while I do another song. Okay?"
I make a sound to show I was listening, and close my eyes.
"Wh-where are my glasses?"
"On the side. Now, be quiet, Dib."
I reach up for my glasses, and stare blankly as he sets Miss Murder going on Expert, half-smiling.
But I do make the mental note to not bug him again. A dry-fuck just isn't worth it.