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• OnAirLoveAffair on 2026-09-23 15:14:49 (UTC)

  Of all the cheap-rent gumshoe offices in town, she walked into mine. She was dressed like she meant it. Her va-va-voom was boomin’ like an 808 and lit my blue collar like a Bunsen burner.

  “Can I help you, miss,” I asked.

  “They say you’re OnAir. They say you’re the best.”

  “They say a lot of things,” I smirked.

  “Look,” she sighed, striking her Lucky with the fatal elegance of a woman about to ruin three men’s credit scores. “I’ve got a situation. It appears my . . . blanket has been stolen.” Her eyes dropped to the floor.

  “Damned warmpires,” I muttered. “They roam these streets after dark, pale as high-school goths and shivering like a wet puppy.” I reached for my Zippo, then patted my jacket and crushed an empty pack flatter than my dating history. “Never trust a duvet with an alibi.”

  “Help me, Mr. OnAir. You’re my only hope.”

  “Listen, doll,” I said. “Warmpires and me? Let’s just say, I owe ‘em one.” I winked. “By sundown, you’ll be feeling like Linus Van Pelt in corduroys.”

• MadWithLust on 2026-09-19 13:35:26 (UTC) (edited)

  But what about my master plans to find a sweet little spoon or score an awesome jetpack/backpack???

  Sharing that sweet warmth with a warmpire is so good though! I think we have to go with the super king size duvet...if this is Swedish, does IKEA make one? :P