Homestuck Typing Quirks Generator Novels & Stories

"I need to find the next one." He hits a wall. I can see it in his posture. His shoulders tense up. The typing stops. "Dammit," he hisses. "Polymorphic encryption. It’s shifting every time I ping it." "Stalled," the fragment notes. "Punishment phase." The toy turns on. Low. Annoying. Not pleasurable, just a constant, buzzing itch that I can't scratch. "Alex," I whine, twisting my hips. "Fix it. Please."

Being Mother The QWERTY keys on the pallid black computer keyboard became a nightmare for Jaanvi ever since Nisim started going out of town for work. She felt that the letters are so nauseatingly jumbled up – the first row had Q in the extreme left and P on the extreme right, X came before Z in the third line, so did M before N. They could have placed at least B and C beside each other, as they were in the same row, but no, C came first and then there is V between C and B – it took long for her to find each of the keys while typing with the right and left index fingers. And then there was this irritating stuff – every time she needed to type something in upper case, she had to first turn the

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"Type. Or I stop." I spin the chair back to face the screen. My hands find the keys. I force myself to type – actual words, actual sentences – while the CEO of a nine-figure company eats my pussy from behind the chair. His tongue works my clit in slow, firm circles. Two fingers push inside me, curling upward. My typing becomes erratic – typos everywhere, sentences that don't make sense – but I keep going because every time my fingers pause he pulls his mouth away and the loss is unbearable.

I grew up with him. “Handsome,” I huffed. “So, are you going to do it for me?” He gave me that puppy eyes look. Innocent and troubled. I shook it off. Focus. Don’t fall for it. “Umm… Let me think. What would I get in return if I agreed to poke the lioness for your sake?” Hmm, that’s right. There must be some benefits. “I can do your homework for an entire week or sponsor your snacks for the entire month.”

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Ah my poor heart 😩] I stared at the screen longer than I should have. My thumb hovered over the keyboard, but nothing came out at first. He was impossible. Completely, frustratingly impossible. I exhaled through my nose and finally typed, [Stop being dramatic. Just answer the question.] Almost instantly, the three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. I could picture him smiling while doing it. That annoying, slow kind of smile like he already knew he was getting under my skin. [You are so mean to me baby.]

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He must be used to reading official papers, Tara thought, forcing herself to think that Don would be pleased to find the contents as much as she was. By the time he reached the last page, only ten minutes had passed. She ghastly realised that the word-to-word document had taken her seven days to draft with the help of her fast typing assistant (Enzo). Her efforts were now reduced to ten minutes of reading. Somewhere, unnecessarily, it hurt her.

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