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Sore Loser | MoMo

this is a commission for @derpyavocado who requested canon compliant smut. hope you like it!!

Ship: MoMo (Monét X Change/Monique Heart) Word Count: 1215 Rating: E

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“Goodnight, New York! Y’all have been great!” Monique said to the crowd as the show ended, then turned to Monét. “You know,” he started as they got backstage, “I always forget how much I like performing in New York until I get back out here. You gonna miss these gigs once you move out to LA?”

Monét shrugged as he took off his wig and wiped his face clean. “There’s a lot about New York that I’m gonna miss,” he confirmed, smiling wanly. “I just know Bob’s gonna give me shit about being homesick after like, a week or two.” There was less than a month left before he made his cross-country move, and while the reality of it was only just starting to hit, he decided against focusing on it. He polished off his drink and looked over at Monique, “you wanna come back to my place so I can whoop your ass in Smash Bros?”

He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. “Bitch, you ain’t whooping shit. You are so on.”

They took an Uber back to Monét’s apartment and, before anything else, Monét stopped to make sure Colleen had enough food and water – regardless of the amount of alcohol he’d had at the club, nothing could interfere with being a cat dad. “Are you hungry? We could order pizza or whatever,” he offered to Monique.

“Yeah, I could eat,” he nodded as he toed out of his shoes and followed Monét into his bedroom and waited while his friend placed the pizza order and got the video game ready to go. “You ready to lose, bitch?”

“Sis, stay dreaming, you won’t have your eyes on the road that way,” he retorted as he grabbed the controller.

Once the two of them started playing, their competitive sides took over. There was cursing and shoving and yelling during each round, the only respite coming when they had to pause to get the pizza. They did take a break to eat and, of course, have more to drink. Because the only thing that could make their gaming session more chaotic was for them to go from tipsy to shit-faced.

“Man, fuck this, this is bullshit,” Monét tossed his controller down onto the bed after losing the last round. “This is some fuckin’ riggery.”

Monique rolled his eyes. “Bitch, you are the sorest damn loser I have ever met. You are a whole grown ass man acting like a twelve year old.”

“I know you are, but what am I?” he stuck his tongue out.

“Really, queen?” he arched his brow. Then, he grabbed one of the pillows off of the bed and whacked him with it - if Monét wanted to be immature, he could dish it right back at him.

Monét’s pout turned into a broad grin and he let out a laugh. “Oh, it’s on now,” he smirked, grabbing another pillow and hitting him with it in response. A full-blown pillow fight erupted after that, the two of them just as competitive in it as they were with the game itself.

It all culminated with Monét pinning Monique to the bed, a smug grin on his lips. “You tapping out yet?”

“With the way you’re looking at me, seems like you’re the one that wants to do the tapping.”

There was a brief moment where Monét was taken back by Monique’s bluntness, but he supposed he couldn’t be too surprised - they had always been straightforward with each other. And he would’ve been lying if he denied the accusation entirely. The chemistry between them had always been there, but it was often subtle, simmering, waiting for the right moment to come to a boil. “Guess I can’t really argue with you there, babe,” he conceded, though his smirk broadened.

Monique tilted his head. “Well, are you going to do something about it or not?”

“Oh, she’s gonna be mouthy, huh?” Monét clicked his tongue and shook his head, only to switch gears and kiss him firmly. “Joke’s on you, I’m into that,” he murmured against his lips before they kissed again.

Although there was a brief moment where Monique wondered how he tolerated his friend, let alone felt such an attraction towards him, it quickly passed and he allowed himself to embrace the arousal he felt. He moved a hand to the back of Monét’s head, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. “You better fuck me before I come to my senses,” he warned.

The bickering died down after that, the two of them getting lost in heated, sloppy kisses. They made haphazard work of undressing each other, clothes being tossed every which way. Neither of them had the patience to stop and savor the moment, as their arousal built, all they wanted was each other and now.

Monét leaned over to the end table next to his bed, opening the drawer and retrieving a bottle of lube and a condom from it. “Lay down, I’mma take care of you.”

And, perhaps for the first time that night, Monique didn’t argue. He laid back, propping the pillows behind him to put himself in a better position. Once Monét started prepping him, he didn’t make any attempts to hide how he felt, letting out sharp, breathy moans.

When Monét deemed Monique ready, he eased his fingers out, smirking at the involuntary whine he let out in response. He rolled the condom down his length and lined himself up, stopping only to make eye contact, waiting for confirmation that this was still okay. When he got a nod of approval, he continued, slowly thrusting into him with a grunt.

“Fuck…” Monique grunted softly, his body instinctively yielding to Monét, allowing him to take control. As he felt Monét thrust faster and harder, his hands fisted into the sheets, his head pressed into the pillows. His entire body rocked and writhed in time with his thrusts, craving more and more with each one.

And Monét was very clear with how much he was enjoying himself. He grunted and moaned with each thrust, whispering praise with every other breath. When he felt that he was going to come, he tried to stave it off, wanting to make it last as long as possible. He wrapped his hand around Monique’s cock as well, stroking his length in time with his thrusts and eventually getting them both off within seconds of each other.

Monique caught his breath as he watched Monét pull out and throw out the tied-off condom, then lay still as he cleaned him off with a baby wipe. “I’m not gonna lie, this was not how I expected to end my night. Not in the slightest.”

He grinned smugly. “But it was a lot better, I know,” he hummed as he laid down beside him. “It was good for me too. Lord knows I been waiting long enough for this to happen.”

“Have you?” he arched his brow curiously. “And you kept your loud mouth shut this whole time?”

“Shut up,” Monét shoved him lightly. “The timing never seemed right. But we’re still cool, right?”

Monique scoffed, offended by the suggestion of anything otherwise. “Of course we’re still cool. Whether this happens again or not, I’ll always be there to kick your ass in Smash.”

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Can't Fight the Moonlight | MoMo

this is a commission for @derpyavocado who requested a monét/monique werewolf x vampire au. i hope i did it justice!

Ship: MoMo (Monét X Change/Monique Heart) Word Count: 2.6k Rating: E

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“I have a question,” Brianna prompted as she helped Bob and Monét finish packing for their weekend trip upstate. “When you drink from a dear, are you worried about getting ticks? Or Lyme disease?”

Monét stared blankly at her friend. “Bitch, we’re already dead, the fuck do you think a bug or the diseases they carry is gonna do to us?”

Bob snorted. “Leave it to Cracker to be a hypochondriac about a couple of dead people,” she shook her head as she zipped up the last bag.

“Hey, I think it’s a valid question,” she huffed. “Anyway, you two have fun on your trip, I’ll take good care of Colleen,” she promised, cocking her head towards the cat curled up on one of the pillows on Monét’s bed.

The two vampires laughed it off, knowing their friend was, if nothing else, well-intended. And by the time they checked into their hotel room, the exchange was no longer lingering in their minds. Their hunt was far more important. It was a monthly endeavor they undertook to stock up on deer blood to help supplement their diet. Like many vampires, they were often inclined to pursue human prey, but in a busy city like Manhattan, it was a high-risk hunt every time. And while animal blood was less satisfying, the sheer abundance made it worthwhile.

“My god, am I glad we don’t eat food, look at how overpriced this shit is,” Bob remarked, handing Monét the room service menu.

“Put that dumb shit away,” Monét laughed. “We gotta rest up before tonight.”

“We literally don’t.”

She scoffed. “You have no sense of drama, I don’t know why I fucking bother,” she jokingly chastised, making Bob roll her eyes in response.

It was just past midnight. The full moon was out and the woods were near silent, save for crickets chirping and the gentle breeze rattling the leaves. Bob and Monét had set their starting point and parted ways with the intent of reconvening once they had gathered the surplus blood.

Not long after she started her careful prowling, Monét set her sights on a deer meandering through the woods. She crept forward, stalking her prey with the skill that had come naturally over the past century. She was closing in, just about to pounce…

At the last split second, a four-legged figure came out of seemingly nowhere and tackled the deer to the ground, incapacitating it upon impact. Monét hardly had the chance to process what had happened before the figure turned on her, pushing her out of the way and pinning her to the ground. “What the fuck are you–”

Something between a hand and a paw came down over her mouth. The creature that had physically bested her let out a low snarl, making it clear that while there was no intent to harm her, she would be foolish if she attempted to move from underneath her.

Despite the urge to bite the hand that silenced her, Monét gave in, and when she heard, then saw the pack of wolves descend upon the deer and devour it, she understood. In an unusual turn of events, a werewolf went out of their way to protect her from the pack. And she had to acknowledge that despite the tension that flared up between the two species, she had acted in good faith. So she lay silent until the pack dispersed. “I think the coast is clear,” she remarked dryly.

“God, you guys are annoying,” the werewolf muttered as she got off of her. “You guys always have that attitude,” she remarked. “Name’s Monique, not that you bothered to ask,” as she spoke, she transformed back into her human form, her frame now a bit more lithe than Monét’s, the clothes she had on now loose on her body, almost as if she had wandered out into the woods in her pajamas.

Monét looked her over and felt a sense of surprise at the feelings that stirred up. Never in her afterlife had she found herself attracted to a werewolf, it was damn near blasphemy as far as she and most other vampires were concerned. But Monique had a pretty face and a nice body, she would’ve been lying to herself if she claimed otherwise. None of that was said out loud, of course, instead she simply replied with “Monét.”

Monique nodded, then glanced back in the direction her pack had run off in. “I had to do what I had to do, you wouldn’t have stood a chance against them.”

“You owe me a deer.”

“Goddamn entitled ass vampire…” her voice trailed off. “Is that what the bag’s for?”

She nodded. “Unlike y’all, we’re not ravenous. A couple fully drained deer last the better part of a month.” Sure, that was with the help of the occasional human victim, but that was neither here nor there.

Monique rolled her eyes. “You’re not sharing the deer with six other pack members,” she pointed out. “Look, let’s track down another couple deer and call it a night so I can get on with my life and you can get on with your… lack thereof.”

This time, Monét fought the urge to make another sarcastic remark. Instead, for one night only, she teamed up with a werewolf for her hunt. And, to be fair, it was much more efficient than taking it on by herself, or even with Bob. By the time she filled up her last thermos, she would even consider herself impressed. “That went better than expected.”

“Because your expectations were so high?” Monique retorted wryly. “You come out here by yourself often?”

“I come here with my friend,” she told her. “My girl takes forever, I better head back and get these in the fridge, no point in waiting. You can come if you want. But you probably have to get back to your pack.”

She shrugged and shook her head. “Nah, they know I’m good for it,” she assured, deciding to make the trip back to Monét’s hotel room with her. “Damn, y’all shelled out for this.”

“We have connections,” Monét replied with a light laugh, unloading the thermoses into the mini-fridge. “And it’s still cheaper than basically any hotel in the city.”

“Oh, she’s a city vamp. That don’t surprise me, really,” she admitted as she unceremoniously threw herself onto the bed.

She arched her brow. “Make yourself at home,” she quipped, her eyes raking over Monique’s body.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer. And at least I’ll show up on camera.”

“Bitch, I will too, it’s the digital age!”

Monique laughed. “Oooh, touchy subject, huh?”

Monét clicked her tongue and got onto the bed, positioning herself on top of Monique, bracketing her between her arms. “She thinks she’s cute, huh? That she had a little ‘gotcha’ moment? Baby, I don’t play like that.”

“Then how do you play, hm?” she questioned, moving a hand up to rest on Monét’s face, tapping lightly. “Because it seems to me like what you don’t play is fair.”

“No one ever got anywhere by playing fair.” She traced her finger from the base of Monique’s neck down her chest, her shirt pushed down as she dragged between her breasts. The fact that they absolutely should not be doing this sparked arousal deep inside her, and by looking in her eyes, she knew the feeling was mutual. So, she closed the distance between them with a deep, heated kiss. “We have to make this quick.”

Monique’s breath hitched in her throat at the kiss. “So long as you keep them fangs in your head, we can make it work,” she retorted before their lips reconnected, this time with more passion and less control. Their hands wandered each other’s bodies, making quick work of shedding any and all clothing, tossing them off to the side.

Monét rolled her eyes, but there was a tinge of fondness in her expression. “You just don’t know when to fuckin’ quit, do you?” But in response, she made a show of baring, then retracting her fangs and kissed down Monique’s neck and bit down to leave a hickey, demonstrating her control, her ability to not use her fangs and not pierce her skin, that she had control and was more than ready to exert it. As she kissed and sucked at her neck, she moved a hand down Monique’s body, stopping to gently ease a finger inside of her with slow thrusts.

And Monique couldn’t have pretended she didn’t like it if she tried. Her head pressed back into the pillows, her eyes fluttering shut and a breathy moan escaped. Her hips bucked up towards the contact, urging Monét on for more and moaning louder when she was rewarded with another finger being thrust into her.

After leaving several marks over the expanse of Monique’s neck and collarbone, Monét moved back up to kiss her lips, her tongue slipping past and intertwining with the other woman’s. She thrust faster and deeper, curling and scissoring her fingers. Her other hand moved between Monique’s legs as well, rubbing her clit in time with her ministrations. She was in tune with Monique’s body, noticing when she was about to come and increasing the intensity just enough to push her over the edge.

Monique barely allowed herself to catch her breath before she flipped Monét over, securing her position on top. She looked deeply into her eyes, silently conveying that she wasn’t about to leave without returning the favor, and when she got a nod of approval, she moved her head between her thighs and traced her tongue along her slit before easing her tongue in. She knew she didn’t have time to waste teasing, so she started thrusting her tongue rapidly and deeply.

Monét gave up any pretenses of being cool and coy. She moaned out loudly, she gripped her hand into Monique’s hair and pushed her hips up. Her body rocked and writhed in tandem with the skilled movements of her tongue. Breathy praise spilled from her lips and became more high-pitched and strained when she felt her orgasm approach, cursing sharply once it hit.

There were a few beats of silence, the two of them laying naked as their brains and bodies reconnected. “I… you need to go. She’ll be back any minute now.”

“Right,” Monique exhaled, getting out of bed and throwing her clothes on. She stared out the window, eyes fixating on the moon as she willed herself to transform before opening the door to step onto the balcony.

“What the hell are you doing?” she bolted upright, “we’re on the fifth floor!”

But Monique disregarded her concern and leaped from the railing, and only her distinct howl confirmed to Monét that she was fine as she disappeared into the night.

Bob watched her friend intently, lips pursed. “Okay, I’ll bite,” she prompted. “It’s been three days since we got home and you’ve been weird as fuck. What’s wrong? You bite a bad deer?”

Monét groaned because if there was one thing she knew about Bob, it was that she was the most stubborn person she had ever met. She knew that once the subject was brought up, it wouldn’t be dropped until she offered an acceptable explanation. “No, I… bit something else. Something I didn’t drink from. Someone.”

This piqued her interest immediately. “Oh, so you got a little freaky, huh? What’s the tea? What’s got you feeling some type of way?”

There were a few tense beats of silence before Monét confessed. “It’s just that… it was a werewolf. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since.”

It was rare for Bob to be rendered speechless, but that managed to do the trick. She stared at her, mouth agape. “I don’t even know who you are anymore,” she shook her head. “Alright, what’s her name? We’re gonna sort this shit out.”

“Her name’s Monique. All I know is she and her pack live near where we were,” she said, then sighed. “You’re gonna call Naomi, aren’t you?”

Bob scoffed. “Of course I’m going to call Naomi, what do you think this is?” Naomi was not only their friend, but their resident expert on all things supernatural, despite being a human herself. If there was anyone that would be able to track down this werewolf and her clan, that would be the person to see.

And Monét knew better than to bother arguing and resigned herself to her fate. Sure enough, it had barely taken two full days for Naomi to report back to them with all of the information they would need: Monique Heart was the beta of her pack, one with a lineage that extended back nearly two centuries.

“Well damn,” Bob chuckled, “I guess if you had to go for a wolf, at least you picked a purebred. Though you could’ve gone for an alpha. I expected a little more from you.”

“Shut up,” Monét rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t planning on any of this. What am I supposed to do now?”

“Talk to her.”

She scoffed. “Absolutely not. It was a one time… lapse in judgement. Just because she’s been on my mind doesn’t mean I need to do anything about it. I’ve hooked up with an array of questionable women in my time, there’s no reason for this to be any different.”

Bob arched her brows, unconvinced. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Though Monét never said so out loud, she ended up making an excursion upstate on her own to track down Monique. Granted, it didn’t take as much effort as it would have however many decades ago. She was simply able to reach out to her over social media, and they had picked a spot to meet. “You couldn’t show up alone?” she asked when she sat down next to Monique on a park bench.

Monique glanced back at the two women clearly watching them from a bench on the other side of the asphalt path that ran throughout the park. “Our alpha doesn’t trust vampires. And let’s face it, you can’t blame her.” The two women were the gamma and one of the warriors of the pack, both silent with piercing gazes. “You wanna tell me why we’re here though?”

Monét sighed heavily. “Listen, I’m not about corny, cliche romantic shit but… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you over the past week. I’ve even tried to sleep to avoid letting you cross my mind, but nothing’s seemed to work. And I understand there’s absolutely no reason why we should pursue anything together, but I would be remiss if I didn’t-”

Her speech was cut off by Monique cupping her face and pressing a deep kiss to her lips. “Why are you vampires so fucking dramatic?” she asked against her lips. “Look, my kin and your kin aren’t ever gonna get along, but they’re still our family and they’re just gonna have to deal with whatever fucked up inter-species decisions we make.”

The bluntness caught Monét off guard, but she appreciated it. She was never one to be coy or beat around the bush, and as jarring as it was, she admired it. In fact, she might even say she found it attractive. “So, we’re doing this? Whatever ‘this’ is?”

“You ask too many questions,” Monique chuckled. “But yeah, I can take it if you can,” she offered, her expression more gentle and voice more relaxed.

That was all Monét needed to hear. Her arms looped around Monique’s waist and she pressed another kiss to her lips. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had set her mind into such a whirlwind, but she quickly realized she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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