#midnight reader

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J.X. Williams - The Sin Prophet - Midnight Reader - 1962 (cover illustration by Harold W. McCauley)

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Suggestive scenario: While out on a date with her s/o, Midnight/Nemuri somehow ends up buried in a snowbank with only her butt sticking out. She could easily pull herself out, but instead she gleefully decides to take advantage of her position and fluster her s/o as much as possible

Hi Anon! Oh man, I had a good laugh writing this. I love the confidence this woman has. Since you didn’t mention any gender in the request, I’ve made the s/o genderneutral. Enjoy! 

Word count: 1136

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Looking yourself over one more time in the mirror, you nodded at yourself and left the house. You were leaving a little early, but it was needed. It had been snowing a lot, and the roads were unpredictable. Even though Nemuri and you had been dating for a while, you still didn’t want to give her a bad impression of you by making her wait. You were still often surprised that you, a normal civilian, were dating a hero. She could have picked so many people, many more special than you, and yet she didn’t.

After a short but careful drive, you arrived at the cute little coffee bar the two of you liked to visit. Parking your car, you walked into the bar. Your usual table was still empty, and Nemuri was nowhere to be seen. Plan arrive before Nemuri: success. You sit down at your usual table, hanging your coat over the back of your hair. Knowing you won’t order anything until your date arrives, the waiter merely greets you as you come in. You sit down and check your social media for a bit, passing the time until Nemuri arrived.

“My my, what’s someone looking as good as you doing, sitting alone?”

You’d recognize the voice anywhere. Looking up, you noticed Nemuri smiling down at you. She was wearing a sweater that just made her look so cute. Form-fitting clothes made her look very sexy and you loved the look on her, but there was just something so endearing about seeing her in a bulky sweater. You’d seen her wear sweaters more often, she tended to wear them at home, but you could never get enough of the sight.

“I was waiting for you.” “Aw, not going to play along? That’s fine, your honesty is cute too~”

You got up to give her a kiss, before she sat down across you. The waiter now came to the table, and you both ordered your favourite drinks.

As always, you remained in the bar for quite some time. Nemuri was always busy with her hero work, her work as a teacher, the occasional modelling,… but she always tried to make time for you. Because of this, any and all free time that was spent together was cherished.

“Say, Y/N, why don’t we go live together?” “What?” “Let’s go live together. I know this is kind of sudden, and I don’t need an answer now, but it’s just something I wanted to suggest. That way we can at least see each other every day, maybe have some meals together on school days, sleep together,…” “So that’s your goal here, Nemuri.” “What can I say? Sleeping alone is rather lonely~”

You chuckled as you felt your cheeks heat up a little. Nemuri was very comfortable talking about anything sexual, and she loved to tease you about it. That didn’t mean you were uncomfortable talking about it, but the way she could bring it up out of nowhere, and the way she said it… it always got to you.

“I’ll think about it.” “Good~!”

Deciding that you had been in the bar long enough and that it was time for a little change, the two of you paid the bill and you left for a little walk. You linked your arms together, walking shoulder to shoulder. There was a little park nearby, and that seemed like the perfect place to walk before going to the restaurant.

There were a few other couples and some kids in the park, but in general it was pretty quiet. Little kisses were being stolen during the walk, indulging in the romantic atmosphere. Suddenly, in the middle of the park, Nemuri let go of your arm and ran a little ahead. Just as you were about to ask her was she was doing, she bent down, grabbed some snow, and stood up with a snowball in her hand. Your eyes went wide and before you could react, the snow hit your face. You wiped the snow off your face, and glared at Nemuri, who was laughing out loud. Your glare turned into a grin, and you started making a snowball as well. Nemuri turned around and started running. Laughing, you ran after her and threw the snowball. It flew right past her. She turned to look over her shoulder and laughed at you.

“Ha! You missed!” “Nemuri watch out!”

Right as she turned to look in front of her again, Nemuri ran into a tree, hitting it hard. Next thing you know you see Nemuri, stuck in a pile of snow in quite a compromising position. The only visible parts of her were her butt, which stuck out of the snow facing you, and her face, which she raised above the snow on the other side of the pile. You stared at her a bit, before she spoke.

“Oh no. I’m stuck, and in such a position, whatever will I do? I sure hope nobody takes advantage of me while I’m like this.”

You felt your entire face heat up at her words and the tone she used. You knew she was grinning. You knew what she meant. But the two of you were in public! How could she even suggest something like that?!

“N-Nemuri, you can get out of there, can’t you?” “Oh come on, Y/N. At times like this you should be confident, not stutter. Come on, don’t you enjoy the view?” She wiggled her but as much as she could in the position. “I… Well, sure, I enjoy the view, but you should really get out of there Nemuri. You’ll catch a cold.” “Then maybe you should help me warm up? I bet we could make all of this snow melt, you know~” “Nemuri! We’re in public!” “So?” “NEMURI!”

You were kind of glad she was facing away from you, because you knew you would never hear the end of it if she saw your face like this. You gave yourself some time to collect yourself as she laughed, walked over her with a little grin, and slapped her ass as hard as you could. Nemuri let out a surprised squeak at the slap, clearly not expecting it. Now it was your turn to laugh, and you pulled her out of the pile. You noticed her shivering and wrapped an arm around her.

“Come on, let’s go. We’ve got dinner to get to.” “Alright, alright.”

The two of you walked in silence for a bit, before Nemuri got that grin on her face again. You stared down at her in dread, and hesitantly spoke.

“I don’t want to know, do I?” “Oh I think you do! Maybe I should get ‘stuck’ under the couch or under the salon table or something. I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?” “NEMURI!”

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Vintage pulp smut for the lusty month of May.

Dean Hudson, Sin Hungry (1963).

SWEET LUST…down where the Calypso drummers pound out a sin-beat as old as Adam and Eve, and the sea-soft beach is a mile-long open air lust bed, where the nights are warm and the passions are blazing and big-city morals drop away as casually as a loose bikini…

From the good folks at Midnight Reader, publishers of Lust Lottery, Lust Monsters, Sin Bum and other quality titles.

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greenleafclassics

aka Lawrence Block

1962 Midnight Reader paperback original

cover art by Harold W. McCauley

Seattle Mystery Bookshop

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If you don’t mind could I request fluffy headcanons for midnight with a pro hero!tomboy!female!s/o who’s 7’2 in height pwease!

Hi Anon! I hope this is what you were looking for, enjoy! For those who use the metric system, 7′2 is 2.18m and 5′9 is 1.75m. 

Nemuri loves that you’re taller than her. The absolute best thing about it is that she, at 5’9, always hugs your chest when you’re both standing up straight. And what better place to hug a person, right? It’s soft, warm, comfortable and she can hear your heartbeat, which is perfect when she’s feeling worried or stressed.

With both of you being pro heroes, you spend a lot of time together on the battlefield. You’re always fiercely protective of her during battles, and though she appreciates the sentiment, Nemuri can handle herself very well. This may lead to the occasional argument, but it never gets too bad.

Aftermaths of battles at home are pretty serious. Before either of you get to relaxing, wounds get treated by each other. No mater how insignificant the wound may seem, it’s getting cleaned with water at least. Neither of you can afford to get infections. Nemuri really doesn’t want to get scars, and though you don’t care too much about it, she doesn’t want you to get any either.

After all wounds have been treated though, it’s time to relax. Depending on how bad the battle was, you either cook something easy or order something, and during dinner you watch a movie. Often the evening ends with your head on Nemuri’s lap.

When sleeping together, Nemuri loves to cuddle. She loves to tuck her head under your chin, and fall asleep like that. You bet she sleeps in your shirts. They’re big, they’re comfy, and they smell like you. No better combination, right?

Going to parties together, or to any kind of formal event, is always a bit of a fuss. You’re often done faster, not caring for makeup and fancy hairstyles, but Nemuri takes ages to get ready. You really don’t get why it has to take so long. She’s pretty enough as it is, right? No need to spend 2 hours getting ready.

But oh girl, does seeing her all dolled up do things to you. It always fills you with a sense of pride to see this gorgeous woman and to know that she is yours, and you’re hers.

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greenleafclassics

aka Donald E. Westlake

1962 Midnight paperback original

cover art by Harold W. McCauley

Seattle Mystery Bookshop

[seattlemysterybooks]

greenleafclassics

aka Lawrence Block

1961 Midnight Reader paperback original

cover art by Harold W. McCauley

Seattle Mystery Bookshop

[seattlemysterybooks]

greenleafclassics

aka Donald E. Westlake

1962 Midnight Reader paperback original

cover art by Harold W. McCauley

Seattle Mystery Bookshop