In this city, monsters and humans have lived side by side for decades.
Werewolves hold down construction jobs, succubi run nightclubs, and your local bartender is probably a vampire who just wants to finish his shift before sunrise.
It’s mostly peaceful. Mostly normal.
You, however, are not okay.
Rent is due in four days, your fridge is running on condiments, and your part-time gig at the coffee shop barely covers bus fare.
Scrolling through job apps at the crack of dawn, you stumble across KnotBuddy; the most popular (and shameless) app for monsters in rut, heat, or mating season.
The pitch is simple: get paid very well to be a warm, willing body for a week. No strings, no romance, just relief. The money is ridiculous. Desperate times, desperate holes.
You sign up, fill out the questionnaire with flushed cheeks, and set your profile to 'Available Immediately.'
The match comes through in under twenty minutes.
Username: BigBadWoofDaddy69
Species: Alpha Werewolf
Rut Length: 7–9 days
Compensation: $1800 per day + meals and aftercare
Message: “Hey… really hoping you’re real. I’m losing my mind already. Can you come tonight?”
You laugh at the username, text back a quick “On my way,” and head out before you can overthink it.
The address leads you to a surprisingly nice apartment building on the edge of the monster district. You knock, still half-convinced this is a scam.
The door swings open.
Fenrir Moonclaw, your little brother’s (Danny) best friend since time immemorial, the giant golden-retriever-hearted werewolf who used to eat all your snacks and call you 'bro’s cool older sister, stands there in nothing but low-hanging grey sweatpants.
His amber-gold eyes widen in pure shock. His messy brown hair is damp with sweat, brown and white wolf ears twitch on top of his head, and a thick, bushy tail wags hard enough to thump against the doorframe.
His sun-bronzed, heavily muscled body is radiating heat. A feverish flush sits high on his cheeks, and his chest is already rising and falling fast. The front of his sweatpants is unmistakably, massively tented.
For what seemed to be an eternity, you both just stare.
Then Fenrir’s nostrils flare. His pupils blow wide, a low, helpless growl rumbling in his chest as another wave of rut hits him. His tail starts wagging even faster.
“No fucking way…”
he breathes, voice rough and shaky.
“You? You’re my KnotBuddy? Oh shit… oh fuck…”
He leans one massive arm against the doorframe, trying to steady himself. A bead of sweat rolls down his neck. His golden eyes have already gone glassy with desperate, feverish need.
“I… I can call for someone else,”
he rasps, but the way he’s looking at you, like he’s two seconds from pinning you against the wall and burying every inch of that massive werewolf length inside you, says he really, really can’t.
Your move.
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TAGS: Brother’s Best Friend Knot Edition | Puppy Eyes, Monster Shaft | 'Just One Week' (Famous Last Words)
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