Self-Medicate
GIF by violadvis
Succubus!Madison Montgomery x Werewolf!Reader
Summary: A succubus needs to feed.
Word count: 2k
Implied smut, Angst.
A/N: Fully based on the dynamics from Lost Girl. Set in AHS Coven. Beta read by @madisonmontgomeryimagines <3
Masterlist | AO3
It's late at night when you come home.
As you approach the last step, you spot a shadow cast on your door. Your ears perk up and every hair on your body raises in alarm.
A pale, frail silhouette appears in your line of vision, making you stand down and greet the intruder with little emotion, "Hello."
"Hi," she replies in a small voice.
"I told you not to come here—"
"I know," she cuts you off, "but I didn't know where else to go. I’m desperate."
It's a delicious sight, having Madison Montgomery pleading before you, but you don't believe her—you can't, "You didn't find a single human to snack on on your way here?"
She weakly crosses her arms, "If Cordelia found out I fed off a human, she would kill me."
"And that's worse than dying of starvation?" you smirk and with her little energy, she manages to flatten her expression.
"You're not funny."
"Oh, please—you come to my house and ask to fuck me, at least have the decency to laugh at my jokes."
She's never been one to beg, simply standing in place, helpless, but with faux indifference written on her face, so you give in.
"Come." You unlock the door and open it to let her in, she pulls you into your bedroom and makes quick work of your clothes and hers.
Everything happens too fast for you to react.
By the time she leaves, you can barely support your own weight. You feel like you just ran a marathon and came in last place, but she looks good as new strutting out of your room.
"Glad I could be of service," you mumble before sinking into the mattress.
A metallic taste coats your tongue through your nostrils when you reach your apartment building, it makes you rush up the stairs following the source.
Once you get to your door, you find Madison leaning on the wall, gently clutching her side. Giving her a once over, you conclude that she looks fine, if a little worn, but you remain alert.
Her expression tells you all you need to know, and you can't fight the urge to oblige. Without a single word, you open the door, and she wastes no time in pinning you to it once you're both inside.
A brutal kiss drives a part of your soul through your throat and into her awaiting mouth, her eyes glowing an icy blue in satisfaction. Her balance falters after she releases you and you instinctively jump into action, holding her still and carrying her to the bedroom.
You take the time to undress her and that's when you see the source of the strong scent—a gaping wound right underneath her ribs, it takes you by surprise.
It's one thing when she comes to you for a casual feed, but coming as a last resort for life saving treatment is completely different. It raises all kinds of red flags in your mind, making you unable to mask your unease, "What the hell happened to you?"
"No talking or I might bleed out on your bed," she manages in her feeble state.
It doesn't take her long to steal what she needs in order to completely heal and then some.
You come back to your senses after a minute and when you open your eyes again, she's sitting by the edge of the bed, putting her top back on like nothing happened.
"Mads, I'm worried about you," you croak, but she ignores your concern.
"Don't be."
"I thought you had a good feeding situation at home."
You can practically hear her eyes rolling, "I said, don't worry about it."
"Maddie, I’m serious." She attempts to get up, but you hold her down by the wrist, making her scoff.
"I don't have time for this."
"You showed up at my doorstep begging for food, even though I've asked you not to do that anymore. You definitely have time for this."
She rolls her eyes again and sits back down.
"What happened to Zoe? I thought she was helping you." Granted, the last time you actually talked to Madison, was a while ago.
"She bailed out, it's fine."
Her indifference makes you frown, "Then, who's helping you feed now?" The silence that follows makes your anguish burst out, "Are you feeding!"
She hesitates before responding, "I’m kind of...in between meals right now, but I'm fine, it's not a big deal."
"Yes, it is! You can't just show up here whenever you want."
"You think I’m here because I want to?" she bites back without even thinking.
Your features grow dull as a cynical chuckle escapes you, "Nice one."
"I didn't mean that." There is a hint of real remorse in her tone, but she lost her chance.
"Every time you come here and fuck me, all of the feelings I've kept bottle up come back to the surface, and I can't just lay here and pretend I’m okay with it, when you can't even spare me a second thought." Your anger dissolves into defeat, knowing full well that regardless of your attempted convictions, you could never stop yourself from giving Madison what she wants. You hope your strict tone is enough to stop her from asking in the first place, "I can't keep doing this."
Her eyes pierce into yours, seeking to tell you something her lips can't, "That's not—" Her phone buzzes with a message, making her sigh at the interruption. "It's Cordy, I have to go. I’m sorry."
A few days later, you knock on the door of Miss Robixous.
A tall, curly blonde answers, "Can I help you?"
"I’m looking for Zoe."
She gives you a once over and asks, maintaining her charming accent, "And you are?"
"A friend."
The girl in question walks past the door and returns after recognizing your voice, "Madison's not here."
"I was actually hoping to talk to you."
Zoe looks around the house briefly before gesturing outside, "Let's take a walk."
As much as you try to conceal them, your mischievous thoughts get the best of you once you're down the block, "Who's the blonde?"
"Misty," Zoe responds flatly.
"She's cute."
Zoe smirks, finally showing you some emotion, "She's also dating Cordelia, so steer clear."
"Hmm, I knew something had to be wrong with her."
"That's your type," she muses, making you take a defensive stand.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means." You let your silence speak for you, and she presses after a beat, "So, you wanted to talk?"
You decide to get right into it, "Why did you stop helping Maddie feed?"
Even though she was expecting the subject, she's taken aback by your bluntness, it makes her think for a moment and hesitate, "She was taking too much, too fast, too often, my body couldn't keep up."
You have noticed Madison's increased appetite, so that makes sense...almost, "But why cut her off, why not keep her on a diet? So to speak."
Zoe lets your question dissolve into the air as you both continue walking.
You stroll a couple of blocks quietly, Zoe chewing on her lip, before deciding to confess, "It wasn't just that. She and I used to date, remember?"
"That was so long ago, I thought you were over it."
"I was—I am. It just never gets easier hearing her moan someone else's name." You freeze in place and she follows suit, having foreseen your reaction.
"What? Who's?" Your question comes undeservingly jealous, too quick for you to restrain yourself.
She pins you with her gaze, soulful and drowning in something you don't recognize, "Yours." The revelation shakes you to the core.
You're coming home after a long day, a familiar scent reaching you from the ground floor.
You walk up the stairs with a mixture of dread and excitement in your chest, and once you reach your door, you find Madison. She barely scrambles for an excuse, when you're already unlocking the door and letting her in.
This has become your routine with her, and what happens afterwards, you don't always remember, but it tends to leave you with a sense of regret—or at the very least, foolishness.
In the middle of today's encounter, you ask the question that's been on your mind for a while, "Why do you moan my name?"
Maddie slows her movements in confusion and mocks, "Because I’m here, fucking you."
You realize it's a stupid thing to ask without context, so you clarify, "Why do you moan my name when you're not here fucking me?"
"What are you talking about?" She fully stops her rhythm.
"I spoke to Zoe..."
"You idiot!" She pinches the bridge of her nose, but you're quick to retaliate.
"Do not try to insult your way out of this one."
Her hips attempt to pick up their motion, but you hold her still by the waist, making her groan in frustration, "I moan your name because I think of you. Is that what you wanna hear?"
You are left speechless for a moment, and choke on your words, "But why?"
"Because it helps—do I need to explain sex to you?" She's clearly losing her composure.
The wolf in you grows impatient and inadvertently shows up with a growl, "Stop playing dumb!" You shake it off, your labored breathing winding down as you return, "Sorry."
Madison finally gets off your lap, an amused tinge on her face, "Jesus, if that's what it takes to get you riled up, I should've done it a long time ago." She seems completely disaffected by your reaction and your whole conversation. She leans in for one last kiss, taking a long drag of your energy along with it, and letting out a satisfied sigh afterwards, "That's a good girl," she coos before standing up and exiting the room.
You notice she left most of her clothes behind, so you follow her steps until she's out of sight and you have to stand up to go after her.
You reach her in the kitchen with her head buried in the fridge. It's definitely a strange scene.
"Are you looking for a snack? You just had one." You are, of course, referring to your intense encounter.
"And you were a great dinner, but now, it's my turn to feed you." She takes a container out that makes you worried.
"Please be careful with those, they're very expensive."
She rolls her eyes, dismissing your concern, "Just shut up and let me make you the one thing I know how to cook." She takes out a cutting board and begins slicing some veggies with a technique so poor you're sure she'll chop a finger off.
"Is that you cooking?" you retort playfully, but she's completely immune to your snark and responds in a genuine tone.
"This is me sparing you a second, and even a third thought."
That's when it hits you—Maddie could never say it out loud, so this is her way of showing you she actually cares about you. You watch her in awe as she makes her way through the kitchen awkwardly.
When she serves you a plate and you try it, you only grow more surprised. It's actually quite good, "How did you learn to cook?"
"Don't ask questions you don't wanna know the answer to."
"No, I really wanna know the answer."
She considers it for a beat and concedes, "Zoe taught me. It's her favorite."
Instead of making you jealous, it warms your heart, but she doesn't stay long enough to see it, going back to your room and coming out fully dressed this time.
"Okay, I got what I wanted, so bye." Her tone doesn't quite reach the cynicism she aimed for as she heads for the door.
"Wait, hold on," you muster with your mouth full, getting up and handing her a set of keys, "so you don't have to wait outside…"
Her eyes glimmer and her lips curl up gently when she grabs them, "Thanks for dinner."
"Yeah, same."
She jiggles the keys a few times and opens the door before taking one last look at you, "I'll see you next time."
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