Ina

Jimmima had gotten cocky during charity and ended up decked in the face. She took it with a smile on her face, but she was also half the dude's size. "If ye stopped doin' that stupid fuckin' dance, maybe they wouldn't be so eager to knock ye on yer arse." She spoke bluntly, like she didn't care in the slightest. Had Jimmy not told her to patch Jimmima up, she would've been far from the girl. The animosity was clear, though the air was tense long before her comment. "Ye've got problem with me, or somethin'? He got a cheap shot, nothin' to do with the dance."

"It's got everything to do with the fucking dance. Yer buzzin' around, shakin' yer ass like a fuckin' mutt." Ink chuckled to herself, the tone of it coming off as condescending. "Yeah, I bet that's why Sir Lord Jimmy likes ye so much." Her saying that cut surprisingly deep, the growing pain in her chest unexplainable. Not that it crossed Jimmima's mind very much, but they were the only two female fingers, and the subconscious sense of fellowship was breaking with each nasty word. Ink's eyes narrowed at her, skeptical of her lack of response. "Yer just jealous, Ink, 'cause he likes me more than you."

"He, who? Sir Lord Jimmy or... Shite?" Ink laughed dryly, happy to call the girl out on something she'd been stewing on for months. Everyone knew exactly what her and Shite were sneaking off to do, having kept it to themselves for fear that it'd cause a fight. "That's none o' your fuckin' business." Jimmima snapped, pointing her finger. Ink had hit a nerve, and she liked that. "Oh hop off it, ye cunt. What else would ye be doin' 'alone' for five minutes? Hah, y'must really like 'im because I guarantee that knobhead isn't makin' ye cum going that fast."

"He is." She lied, instantly hit with the shame of Ink's oppressive glare. She never really was good at hiding her facial expression, her incredulous stare went right through Jimmima. Beneath all that, curiosity festered in the both of them. "What do ye know anyways, yer—" Ink interupted, pointing a finger in her face, "I know fuckin' better than he does." What was Jimmima thinking, fooled herself into believing she could find something like Jones and Snake, with Shite of all people. In spite of the girl's stubbornness, Ink could shut her up with just a glance.

While there was no explanation then, there is one now. The same one would explain how Jimmima came to be making a show out of stripping, carefully dragging the zipper of her deep blue tracksuit down, maintaining the charged eye contact between them. Ink made her feel small, but invincible all in the same breath. Like she couldn't be touched by anyone else but her. A chill scaled her skin, up and up, as Ink's gaze raked her body from head to toe.

The space between them closed with each stride of Ink's legs, as nonchalant as she could pretend to be, she couldn't hide the smirk on her face. Warmth bloomed under Jimmima's skin, presenting itself in the form of Ink's hand on her neck, pulling her against her lips. It was as intense as it was forbidden, the thought of the other fingers and even Sir Lord Jimmy in the other room asleep. Ink positioned her as she pleased, her hand traveling from Jimmima's sternum down to where shoddy cotton panties used to rest on her hips.

The tenderness was a far cry from the quickies she'd gotten used to with Shite, Ink was taking her time, savoring every second as if the opportunity would never come again. She nudged her pale thighs apart, dipping fingers into Jimmima's arousal, much too slick for someone who just wanted to call Ink's bluff.

"Yer soaked, y'sure ye get this way with Shite too?" Ink teased, her middle finger easing inside. To her surprise, Jimmima didn't reply, her eyes closed as if she were savoring it. In.. and out.. steady movements coaxing her open for a second finger. The two curled, Ink's ears keenly listening for the choked up whine that left her mouth the very next second.

"What do ye think the others would say if they saw you like this? Moanin' on me fingers like a proper slag. I should tell them." Ink teased, though it devolved from being a joke the second the door cracked just a sliver. Enough to let one's eyesight in. The rickety door hinges were merciful to whoever was behind it, silent in turning just the way they had thousands of times before. Ink paused, however Jimmima, in her haze, didn't seem to notice. The intrusion seemed to spur the former on, who found it fitting to slither to the floor. Ink thumbed her pale thighs apart, her gaze fixed on Jimmima's cunt as if she were measuring it up to her expectations.

Though, her curiosity would only be sated with a taste, using her tongue to part the lips and lick a broad stripe from hole to clit. Jimmima jolted, feeling the prickles of thrill beneath her skin, while she sat simply waiting for more. Ink persisted in the repetitive motions of her tongue, before wrapping her lips around the bundle of nerves that had Jay so amped up. "Christ... Y'done this more than once?" She rasped out, trying desperately to keep her voice down, though only received the vibrations of a chuckle in response to her question.

Ink only had an idea of who was at the door, with no opportunity to look back and see. She sunk her two digits back in, unsure if she was just proving a point or if Jimmima's pleasure actually mattered to her. The floor boards creaked, a shoe wedged in the door to keep it from closing while the inevitably blonde peeper watched. When she recognized Jimmy, fear prickled at her nerves first and foremost. The only thing stopping her from jumping up to cover herself was Ink's firm grip and unrelenting pace.

"Jay." Ink tried, failing to turn her attention from their leader, watching as she came apart on her fingers. "Jimmima." She doubled down, her tone assertive as Jay turned back. "Dinnae look at 'im, yer lookin' at me right now. Focus." Ink curled her fingers, dragging the tips of her fingers across the spongy flesh, back and forth. She coaxed noise out of her, like Jimmy was stealing her spotlight, and she was reclaiming her time. "God—!" She cried, though swiftly interrupted by Ink.

"Oh no.. no no no. Not God. Not even Old Nick—Me."

Jimmima squirmed, her eyes glossed over as all she could do was focus on the peak her body was barreling towards. Whatever simple comforts she found in Fox paled in comparison to this, the closest thing to love the two were capable of, blossoming from a stupid spat. It was as beautiful as it was fickle, or maybe it was just Jay's sex-addled mind believing things that weren't true.

Her eyes rolled up, hips lifting to meet Ink's mouth. The fine-line dance of just right and too much teetered over the edge, as the fearfully unfamiliar feeling of being on the cusp of climax like Jimmima had truly never experienced before. Every nerve-ending in her body firing in an attempt to prolong this moment. Their leader, the sole guidance they have in this world, keenly watched on. There's no telling what Jimmy would tell the other Fingers, if anything at all, how he'd react to this brazen act of lust.

Jimmima's energy wrung out as she floated back down to earth, trying to catch her breath, looking for words to say to express what just happened and coming up blank. She looked back at the door, shut as if she'd imagined Jimmy being there. Ink spoke before her, looking both shocked and amazed.

"Wasn't too hard, dunno how Jimmy Shite's plannin' to do better." The befreckled woman hummed, a firm hand on the back of Jimmima's head pushing their lips together, soaked with juices that were shared between their tongues. Upon parting, the two stared at each other, unsure of how they were going to rejoin the group and pretend as if nothing had happened.

The friction was killing you. The incessant drilling of his fingers inside of you, wearing you down at every curl and thrust. He was chipping away at you, slowly but surely. "All ye have to do is say yes." Jimmy remarked, grinning as he looked up at your exhausted form. You were bound by your wrists, your toes just barely scraping the ground, and you hung in the middle of his bedroom.

The irony of him being your only stability whenever you became unbalanced wasn't lost on either of you, only serving to drive you further into madness. You'd think your natural lubricant would've dried up by now, but no... it continued to flow almost as if your body had become content with treason. No way you could be attracted to him of all people, not now, not after everything.

Not when he was stuffing you full of his fingers, or partaking in each of your nipples. His freehand cupped the breast he wasn't attending to, the obnoxious slurping sound doing nothing to tamp the throbbing your poor clit threw at you for just a little bit of attention.

Jimmy brought you to the edge over and over, waves of pleasure rolled up your spine, wringing you of all your willpower. It felt like torture, delightfully agonizing torture. You'd have said something by now, but all of your previous attempts did not have savory results.

Vividly, you remembered watching your saliva drip down his face as he beckoned you before, hungry for your companionship, and how he'd left you dripping to your ankles by the time he decided to sentence you to the dreadful darkness that always came after. That quiet void was worse than this, when you were left alone with the thought of him defiling your body, and the notion that you enjoyed it to any degree.

Jimmy was nothing if not relentless. Your body had no capability of leading him astray; like an open book, he could read your every tense muscle and furrowed eyebrow. "Ye sing for me, lass. Ye always do, ye always will. Cannae deny it." He taunted, and you could hear the crooked grin he donned in the cadence of his words.

"Fuck you." You spat, though it was hopeless to resist. "I wish, but ye've got to say you want it. Sincerely." He added, too candid for what he was doing to you. Jimmy would have you like this day in and day out, regardless of his mood or fatigue.

Hours upon hours until he was either called away or was gracious enough to let you cum. It was a rare occurrence, but it never came without consequences. He treated you like a friend, confiding in you while you dangled from the ceiling, probably relishing in the fact that you had no choice but to listen. Having beaten you down, Jimmy had you exactly where he wanted you. Saying yes to him wasn't a mere means to an end; it meant forever. Yes to Jimmy was synonymous with being bound to him for good.

Hope you enjoyed!

-

Jimmy had stripped within minutes of making you 'wait' for him, his taunts a forgotten thought. He couldn't control himself around you, he couldn't stop the way he needed to feel impossibly close, his skin pressed against yours.

He had you flipped onto your knees within seconds, sheathed inside your leaking heat before you could even brace yourself.

Filthy.

Your husband was utterly filthy.

Filthy in the way his hips rolled against your soft ones.

Dirty in the way he pushed your head into his silk sheets, your name on his lips as he grunted.

He pushed himself further and inside until he felt like he was suffocating inside your leaking cunt. He felt drunk, he felt filthy himself in the way his own resolve was disappearing after just minutes inside you.

Your thighs quivered with every sharp thrust, hands bunched into the sheets, head turned to the side as breathless moans left your drooling lips.

"Fuckin' god," His hips stuttered as he sunk his cock deeper, rutting into you like a man starved. "M-my perfect fucking wife - shit - d'ya feel how wet you are? Soaking me, soaki- Christ."

Jimmy huffs through his nose as a louder grunt escapes his chest, the hand on your head releasing it's grip as he drags his hands over the softness of your lower back before gripping both of your hips, fucking you against him as you manage to sit upright a little onto your elbows. He spanks your ass and thighs with each jiggle, the rings providing a sting you relished in.

"Fuck-," You all but hiccuped, squeezing around him as you writhed on the bed. "Jim-Jimmy, s'too much, oh god, mmf, I can’t -.”

It was as if you alone were made for him, made to go completely dumb on his cock as he pounded you into his mattress. Pussy squeezing him, sweet noises from your lips as drool leaked from the corners.

Teary eyes, an open mouth as only whining noises became the normal. Jimmy leans over you with his usual grin, trying to give off a semblance of restraint despite the sweat on his forehead and the furrow in his brow.

"Huh? What's that angel? S'too much? Naw, you - shit, you can take it, fuckin' made for this."

His hands are everywhere, shaky but firm, everywhere at once. His groans sound almost like a whimper as you clench around him.

Your voice felt high pitched as he stretches you deliciously, bottoming out with a few harder thrusts, his balls slapping against you with an almost disgustingly wet sound.

Jimmy whispers something from behind you, names you can't make out through the sound of skin against skin, prayers you didn't recognise.

Your breath leaves you in sharp gasps as you feel Jimmy reach around, his hand on your tummy as he positions you upright, your back pressed flush against his own chest.

He keeps you pinned to him as he ruts into you, and all you can do is cling to his arm for support as your eyes close.

"My brave girl," He all by coos in your ear, his movements turning slow as he drags his hips. "So strong for me aren't you? So, God - so fucking wet and full of me, so fucking proud all the time."

Your eyes open at hearing his words more clearly, your nails digging into his bicep as your free hand rests on his hip. Your thighs burned at the angle, your breasts bouncing roughly as Jimmy shifts his hold on you.

"Shut up." You managed to get the words out, even if they sounded weak.

He chuckles in your ear, the sound light despite the roughness of his hips. "Naw, think yer too good f'me?" A harder thrust sends you nearly forward, but he catches your slip.

"Goin' out everyday, workin', fuck," He slides the hand on your chest to your throat, keeping a light but evident grip as he slows his hips even further, causing you to whine. "Ignorin' me, ignoring your darling husband, leaving me here waiting f’you.”

Your thighs quivered and with your last bit of strength, you tapped Jimmy's right thigh three times. It was an immediate stop, a way to tell him enough.

His thrusts stopped, the hand on your throat loosening as he immediately turns your head towards him, wanting to see what caused the interruption. He slides out of you, the empty feeling nearly making you regret making him stop.

He expected swears, expected you to cuss him out for berating you during sex, but instead you shifted your position, grabbing the blond by his necklaces, pushing him down.

A grunt leaves his mouth at the surprise, his back bouncing against the sheets as he lands. He's about to ask what's wrong when you're climbing over him, your thighs straddling his own as you reach down between your legs, gripping him in your fingers and guiding him back inside.

A wife had never been on top before.

You didn't care.

Jimmy's eyes were wide as he stared up at you, his hair a mess and clinging to his forehead and cheeks as his mouth opened. You feel tighter at this angle, and he feels thicker, pressed so full inside of you that you can't help by dig your nails into his chest.

It feels like you're in a trance, your hips immediately bouncing and sliding up and down on his cock as Jimmy moans so loudly, you nearly feel it in your chest.

"Jimmy," You whimper, and the man swallows, hard, shaking his head as his hands immediately reach for your hips. He felt lost for just a split second, not having had someone ride him in what felt like forever. "Oh my god, y’feel so good, so fucking good like this."

The praise from your lips sounded better than any worship he had received in his lifetime.

Being on top gave someone else power he didn't like. Being on top and leaving him at someone's mercy was never apart of the deal.

But as he watches your tits bounce in his face, your face clouded and contorted in pleasure, he couldn't help but realise he never wanted to be away from this feeling again.

For once, the words escape him, his mouth hung open as he lets out a soft groan that resembled your real name. You didn't plan on flipping things around on him, literally, but you were so eager to shut him up.

With the quickly growing pace of your hips, sliding down his thick cock like it was second nature, your palms pressing down against his abdomen, the ridges of muscles spasming under your touch as the flush in his chest spreads up his neck and to his cheeks.

Your fingers wound through the small tufts of hair under his bellybutton before back to his chest.

"I-" His brow furrows further, his face squeezed with an emotion you can't quite decipher nor care too. It felt too good, he felt too good. "My Angel, look at ye”.

Jimmy manages to sit upright, burying is face into the crook of your neck as he grunts, one hand still on your hip as the other slides over your lower back, up and across until he's gripping your jaw and bringing his lips to yours in a rough and wet kiss.

You cry into his mouth, Jimmy swallowing the sound as he licks into you, now gripping the back of your head as he guides you over his dick in a desperate pace.

Your hands reach around his neck, resting deep into his unruly blond strands as he moans unapologetically, kissing you with even more earnest. Despite how he chased your lips, he pulls back and grants you the sight of pure adoration.

He thrusts, the grip on your jaw never loosening as he keeps your eyes on his, his nose mere inches from yours as he watches you take what's yours and fall apart.

He feels like he's everywhere. His mouth back on yours, a ringed hand at your hip, his hips rutting into your pussy. The sweet drag of the base of his cock dragging over your clit and causing a gasp to leave your lips. You tug at the roots of his hair, granting you another delicious groan from his throat.

Jimmy's thrusts feel sloppier by the second, and the coil in your belly grows with each drag of your hips. Desperate to feel more, you reach down to between your legs, but Jimmy stops you with a quick click of his tongue.

"I got ye," He hums in approval at the way you let him slide his thumb over your clit, the embarrassingly loud sounds of your love making echoing through his bedroom and no doubt the hall.

The sounds were lewd, wet and rough, but you paid them no mind. "What a pretty little sight,"

You make the mistake of closing your eyes, relishing in the way Jimmy toyed with your clit in the same time the head of his cock pressed inside of you in a way that should've hurt.

"Ah ah, look at me," His words were an order and a beg in one. Whilst his cheeks were flushed and brows were furrowed in an attempt to keep control, his eyes were full of worship, of obsession. "Ye close? Can feel it huh, feel ye squeezin' me. Yeah, yeah you are."

He could always tell when you were, felt the shift in you almost instantly. He praises you the entire time, continuing his thrusts and swipe of his thumb to prolong the feeling. His own eyes struggled to stay open as he felt you squeeze him like you'd never feel him again.

You expected Jimmy to pull out after you came, but as he felt you quiver and pulse around him and attempt to move off of him, he grips your hips.

“No,” He mutters, bringing his hand to cradle your jaw while his lips skim over the shell of your ear once more. “Wanna feel you, all of ye, inside.”

It was your turn to be shocked.

Another rule broken.

And in a moment clouded by lust and something else you couldn't name, you nodded eagerly, bringing your lips to his again as he rutted inside you until he painted your walls with his cum.

You sighed his name, dragged the tips of your fingers over his jaw and cheeks until they swiped over his bottom lip. He chased your touch with each stutter of his hips, with each muscle that tightened in his lower stomach. It was you telling him how pretty he looked at this angle.

To say filling you felt like heaven was an understatement. He realised then and there that it was a feeling he would chase every chance he could.

Jimmy had cleaned you up, more gentle than you were used too. Had bathed you like you now carried a part of him that he was adamant could break.

He asked if you’d stay with him, but you declined with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, explaining that as much as you wanted too, you had an early morning start with the others.

Your husband watches as you leave his room with a slight limp, unable to hide the grin at the sight. But through it all, he found his obsession for you growing by the second.

Three rules broken tonight, and neither of you cared. If it were up to Jimmy, you would be barefoot and full of him 24/7.

Thankfully, it was up to him.

-

The steam from the porcelain mug curled around your face, smelling faintly of damp earth and bitter roots.

It was an old remedy, a mixture of wild carrot seeds and some herb you couldn't name that an older member had scavenged from the hills.

It tasted like dirt, but in a world without much else to offer, it was your only insurance. The older Jimmy said it worked if you took it regular - said it mattered now more than it ever had.

She called it Plan B, a name taken from the before.

"Oh, come on, don't just sit there sipping that shit," Josie nudged you, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and genuine curiosity.

"The whole hall heard him the other night. Jimmy doesn't sound like that unless he's got someone strung up. He was practically crying, the hell did you do to him?"

You blew on your tea, looking at the circle of women clad in their dresses and heels, matching yours.

Your morning with the actual Jimmy's had turned into a few days in another outpost, much to your delight. Amongst the others, you felt like you had a family, like you belonged to people who had your back through thick and thin.

No tight dress, no heels, just a baggy green suit and a weapon in your hands.

Back in the common room however, you felt judged. As if your very movements were constantly being ridiculed. The common room was thick with heat and curiosity.

You sat cross legged on your chosen lounge, mortar and pestle balanced on the couch beside you.

Across from you, the wives were buzzing now that you were back with them.

“Hello?” Josie whined, nudging you again when you decided to drink your tea instead of talking. “He was loud. Like, loud loud, damn near kept me awake.”

Lou covered her mouth, eyes bright. “We heard him down the hall, heard ye both actually, the hell did you two do?"

Elsie laughed, delighted at the conversation finally being had. "Never had him make a noise like that before, thought you were havin' a party in there."

You didn’t look up as you looked into your cup. "What's the problem?"

"Problem?" Another echoes, a scoff on her red lips. "Ye had him screaming, we wanna know everything."

“I got on top?" You said simply, finally peering up at the others as you sip.

Silence hit the room like a dropped plate.

"Sorry?” Josie said flatly.

Lou blinked. “Oh you are such a liar."

Blair actually sits up straighter from her spot on her couch, pausing the tv she had been watching. "Bullshit, ye got on top?" She didn't seem as displeased as the others, if anything, she was intrigued. "He never allows that, didnae think he had it in him."

You shrugged, swirling the mixture again before downing it in one go, face barely twitching at the taste. "Heat of the moment I guess,"

The heat of the tea begins to settle in your stomach as you see the women all share glances, as if an unspoken conversation amongst them was finally coming to light. "I don't know what to tell ye all, it just happened - I guess he didn't mind too much at the time?"

"Minded?" Josie scoffed. "He basically danced outta his room the next mornin', he completely forgot about his breakfast with Blair."

"Which was fine by me by the way," Blair pipes up, her head lounging over the back of her couch, hair long and red as she shrugs and swishes her wine. "Means I could sleep in."

The others ignored her, continue to stare at you as if you had just claimed you laid with an Alpha.

“That’s...” Lou exhales. “That’s not something he just lets happen, there's gotta be more to it.”

"Let's naw sit here and act like I'm making fibs yeah? The day I start makin' stories up over dick is the day I walk out of these walls and join the infected, Jesus Christ," You say a little more forcibly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

You well and truly hated being back in this room. "We fucked, I was on top, he let it happen, that's it, nothin' else to it."

They erupted all at once, questions, disbelief, envy barely disguised as laughter, curiosity on how you managed such a task.

Before you could answer any of it, the room shifted again.

Jimmy Crystal appeared in the doorway, a large smile on his face as if he had heard every little word from his wives mouths. His eyes went straight to you, lighting up in a way that made several wives go quiet immediately.

“You're back,” he said, already crossing the room. "Huh, no one told me, ye been here long Angel?"

His hands settled on your shoulders from behind like clockwork, thumbs pressing warmly, familiarly. He looks for a moment, eyes darting all over to see if there were any injuries sustained whilst out.

Your head shakes in response, the empty cup resting between your thighs as you looked up at the man in charge.

Jimmy leans down until his mouth was near your ear. “My room tonight?” He murmured. “I've found myself missin' you a fair bit 'n think we're due for a catch up... Don't ye think?”

You frowned slightly, tilting your head back to look at him. You couldn't deny the way he looked at you like you were the only woman in the room. He was doing it again. "But I'm not scheduled, y'know that."

He was getting lazy.

Desperate.

Before he could answer, Elsie piped up brightly from where she sat on the carpeted floor. “Aren’t I supposed to be seeing you tonight?”

Jimmy didn’t even look at her, his eyes still locked onto yours from where you sit below him.

He clicked his tongue once, sharp, dismissive, his attention never snapping away. “No,” He said plainly. “I’ll be seeing you tonight, if ye will have me?”

The room went very quiet.

If you will have me.

Elsie’s smile faltered, confusion flashing across her face before she masked it. The others exchanged looks, some sympathetic, some openly resentful.

Jimmy’s grip on your shoulders tightened just a fraction, not painful, but unmistakably possessive now, as if there was a hint of fear that you'd refuse him, deny his touch.

“You don’t mind,” He added softly, more statement than question. “Do you? We don't gotta do anythin' ye don't want too, I just want to see you, yes? Have a wee chat."

All eyes were on you.

You felt the collective temperature in the room drop twenty degrees.

The resentment from the others was like a physical weight, but Jimmy seemed oblivious to everything but you. You looked at Elsie’s heartbroken expression and then back to Jimmy’s expectant one.

"Okay, yeah... Sure Jimmy," You said softly. "I'll be there."

Jimmy beamed, a bright, boyish grin that looked strange on a man who ran a cult. He leaned down, defying his own unspoken rule again about locking lips, and pressed a firm lingering peck to your dark red lips.

As he pulled away, his brow furrowed for a fraction of a second. He smacked his lips slightly, tasting the bitter, herbaceous tang of your tea.

He looked at the mug in your hand, then back at you, but the question died in his throat. Whatever it was, he didn't care enough to ruin the mood.

"Bye bye now." He spun on his heel and marched out with a last lingering look to where you sat, his stride jaunty.

The room exploded the second the door clicked shut.

"Oh and we're kissing now?" Lou shrieked. "When did that start? What the fuck?"

"On the mouth." Isobel chimed in, like she needed to clarify the heinous act.

"I told you," You said, feeling a headache forming at the unnecessary bickering. None of this was your fault. "Your guess is as good as mine." You turned to Elsie, who just sat looking lost. "Elsie love, I’m so sorry, I didn't ask for this, you gotta know that right?"

Elsie didn't answer, she didn't even look at you. She just stood up, gathered her glass of wine and walked out without a word towards what you assumed was her bedroom.

Blair, still sprawled in her armchair just snorted. "I'd kiss ye too if ye had me screaming like that the other night."

It made your lips quirk just ever so slightly, but you couldn't help the unease that lingered.

-

By the time you admitted it to yourself, it had already been happening for weeks, months even.

Jimmy was in love with you. This was no longer obsession.

Not the theatrical kind he performed for the others, grand gestures, loud laughter, devotion like a spectacle, but something quieter and more dangerous.

He brought gifts to your door himself now.

Not sent, not delivered by another Jimmy.

New trainers on your bed. Books he had read that he thought you’d like. Various little knickknacks for your bedroom.

And then the ring.

Not a loop hanging from a chain like the others wore, symbolic, interchangeable, easily removed like a branded collar. This one was solid gold like the ones on his own fingers. Thin at the edges, sized just for your finger.

“It's just a little somethin," He had shrugged like it was something casual. "Worried the one around ye neck might break off out there."

You didn’t argue, arguing had never been your style - and truthfully, you were starting to enjoy his company more and more.

Out in the world, nothing changed.

You found yourself spending more time with Blair too.

She was the only one who didn't look at you like you were some usurper. The two of you were sitting beside each other in the common room, sharing a pre outbreak magazine while you sipped your herbal tea.

"We're going to run out of carrot seeds if he keeps summoning you every six hours," Blair remarked, not looking up from a picture of 90's handbag. "When did he start finishin' inside?"

You paused, the mug halfway to your lips. "You know what this is?"

"I used to help Mags make it before I became a wife," Blair smirked, finally looking at you. "I know the smell of a 'I’m not having a baby' tea anywhere, nae bother, secret's safe with me... though I think it'd be cute to have a babe around."

"Yeah that's... not happening - I just don't understand it all,'" You murmured, head resting on her shoulder. "I didn't ask for this, I don't want the others hating me over this shite."

"Don't even worry 'bout them," She says flatly. "They're just scared they might have to actually scrub a floor, JImmy's just a meal ticket at the end of the day when ye think about it," She flips a page. "No offence, he's losing his mind over ye and they're losing their privileges,"

It was more food for thought, and you nestled in further to her side, your eyes no longer reading the paper.

"They're not actually scared of losing him, they're scared of losing the lifestyle. Fear makes people stupid and makes people do stupid things, like marrying a blonde."

You both laughed at her words.

How right she was.

-

More weeks passed.

Jimmy stopped pretending to rotate nights evenly.

Stopped his little visits in the common room all together.

He sought you out every chance he could between watches, after runs, sometimes just to sit and talk while the rest of the building buzzed without him.

Meals in his room became routine. Breakfast's, lunch and dinners. Moments that blurred together until the 'schedule' started to feel like a real relationship had well and truly formed.

He even started spending time with you in your room, leaving pieces of his clothing and jewellery any chance he could.

The others noticed, everyone did. They felt the change in the air when ever you were around, how his mood would lift instantly.

Jimmy smiled more, not grinned.

They all noticed the way he no longer looked at the other women the same. The way his attention snapped back to you whenever you entered a room even for just a second.

And you noticed the tea disappearing faster.

You drank it more often now, swallowing the bitterness without ceremony, careful and quiet about it. A necessary precaution.

He was becoming messy, keeping your legs locked tight around him every time he came, keeping your eyes trained on him as he filled you every way he could.

You found your mind was going foggy around Jimmy, that you were actually finding yourself falling for him - if that was even the right term. Love wasn't an emotion that came often in this world.

It was just clear that it wasn't desire anymore.

Just, you felt full of him in more ways than one. Full of a sharp heat and ache and the need to be with him even when sex wasn't involved.

Jimmy had you on your back in the planning room, maps and other objects thrown lazily to the floor in a heap as he buried his head between your legs.

He called you in under the guise of planning another raid - but had locked the door behind you within seconds.

You knew you weren't going to be making any new routines.

He had spread your legs wide, your dress bunched up around your waist to reveal the soft panties beneath. You thought he would just peel them to the side, tug them down to join the other items on the floor, but he left them swinging around one of your ankles instead.

He groaned, breathing shallow, jaw tight like you had just awakened something in him.

Jimmy never went down on a wife, never let them feel his lips in places he deemed worthy, but as he murmured to himself about how pretty your pussy looked like this, he couldn't think of anything else he'd rather be doing.

"All mine," He continued to murmur, kneeling between your spread thighs, so close you could feel his breath against your cunt. “Such a gift."

He licked a long wet stripe from your leaking hole to your clit, and the moan you let out was enough to have you biting into your hand. His thumb swipes over your folds, opening you up like a flower.

A low sigh in delight leaves his lips. "Heaven."

His lips wrap around your clit, sucking and licking as two fingers slowly fill you, burying to the brim and curling inwards.

It didn't take you long to cum, and Jimmy was more than pleased with himself at the way your legs shook around his head, your fingers gripping his hair and tiara, gripping anything you could gain leverage on.

He just wiped his lips with the back of his hand, pressing a kiss to your knee before helping you fix your dress.

You expected him to ask for the favour to be reciprocated, but instead he just rearranged his pants, helped you to your feet and pet you on the behind, sending you on your merry way like you hadn’t just soaked his face.

-

The power dynamic in the gymnasium had shifted so subtly. It was unnoticeable to most, but you had recognised it almost instantly.

While the majority of the other wives spent their days trapped in a cycle of crude words for you and red wine, you were still out in the mud and running with the infected.

You were still undergoing raids, killing runners and raiders left right and centre. Still took night watches, still laughed and bled alongside the other Jimmy's who trusted you implicitly now.

They deferred when you planned, followed your orders beyond the walls, listened when you instructed which raider got strung up first.

You found yourself actually enjoying it. Not the attention, but the idea of being able to keep those you cared about safe.

A leader, whether Jimmy intended it or not.

You had become more than a wife, you were the bridge between the eccentric king and the soldiers who kept him and your home alive.

In the bedroom, his desire turned into a frantic need to please you. His usual cocky demeanour would be abandoned at the door, leaving behind a man scared that you would leave him at any moment.

Sir Jimmy Crystal, a man who once demanded absolute service, was now spending hours between your legs, his blonde hair a mess, his gold necklaces clinking against your thighs as he worked to find new ways to make you lose that cool, collected composure of yours.

Your back was pressed against Jimmy's chest as you sat in his lap, the two of you watching an old movie on the tv he had in his room. He wore just his tracksuit pants and his white vest, you wearing a baggy shirt you had found in his closet.

His hands rest on your stomach, fingers running idle over the bare flesh under his shirt. It was uncharacteristically domestic, comfortable in a way you weren't used too.

"Been thinkin'," He mumbles in your ear, the low sound causing you to shiver. "I've been finding myself in a bit of a bind, you've been going out more," Jimmy's voice trails off as he tries to think of a way to speak his thoughts. "You've done enough for this place, yes? And I don't like how I feel when you're not 'ere."

He runs a hand over your waist, his thumb lingering near your hip. "So I want ye to stop, no more runs, no more raids, I want you 'ere with me, where it's safe, where I can keep an eye on you."

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a hopeful whisper. "We've been spending so much time together. Surely... surely nature is taking it's course hm? You’re probably carrying me already, gotta be - The Lord knows I've been trying."

Your eyes widen at his words, immediately shaking your head. You knew the tea was working through your system and doing it's job. Cramps had riddled your stomach and lower back for the better half of the week, and you knew your period was just around the corner.

"No Jimmy, you know I like what we have going on - believe me, I really do," You say softly, resting your hands over his.

“But I'm sorry, I don't see myself stoppin' any time soon. I've told you, being out there keeps me sane - but if I stayed in here all day? I'd go proper mad."

"But in your state-" "I'm naw pregnant Jimmy," You cut him off, turning your head so you could see him properly. His jaw was tightened, blue eyes locked on your stomach. "I know I'm not, so that's no reason to keep me locked up in here."

He hated this.

He hated even more that his utter devotion to you wasn't enough to stay by his side 24/7.

"But ye could be," He argued again, sounding almost defeated. "Been filling you up everyday, never felt like the others were worthy of something so special y'know, but you? You've already got a piece of me, I know you're worthy f'more."

He wasn't talking to you as he spoke, but your belly. His eyes were locked tight on your stomach as he continued running his hands over the skin, your shirt bunched just under your breasts. "Pretty mama."

He whispered the last part, and it was almost enough to make you feel guilty about the tea.

Almost.

"You're the only person in this world who would choose to go out there over a warm bed," He muttered as he shakes himself from his thoughts. He sighs, pulling your forehead to his lips in a frustrated kiss. "Makes me wanna lock the doors 'n never let you out."

"But ye wouldn't," You whispered against him. "Because then I would hate you, and you're far too obsessed with making me love you to risk that."

Jimmy let out a sharp, self deprecating laugh, his grip on you tightening. "Wrapped around ye finger aren’t I? Should be wearing my crown instead eh?" He was back to his usual self almost instantly, using humour to cover his disappointment. You didn't miss the way his eyes constantly dart between your stomach and breasts. "I just want you safe."

“I am,” You replied, resting your head further into the junction between his shoulder and neck. “Out there with them, I’ve never been safer until I found you all.”

That truth unsettled him more than anything else you’d ever said.

Because love, he was learning, didn’t always come with surrender he was used too and you had never once pretended you were his to keep.

Even as you found yourself loving him as each days passed.

-

You woke to a harsh knock on your bedroom door that was anything but gentle. It startled you instantly, hand reaching for a weapon that wasn't there.

“Feral, hey,” Jimmy Ink whispers, already halfway into your room like urgency had pushed her through the door. Her face looked pale in the low light. “Ye need to get up, now. Something's going on."

She looks around the room as if someone was going to jump out, your eyes instantly find the knife in her hand, out and ready. She bounces around your room, waiting for you to get up as she checks every little door.

Your first thought was a raid. A breach. Something going wrong beyond the walls or in the outposts. "What is it? Ink? What the hells going on?"

You pulled on the nearest thing, a baggy shirt that still smelt faintly of Jimmy, a huff leaving your lips as she grabs your hand and brings you barefoot through the corridors.

The building felt wrong at this hour. Too awake. Too loud where it should’ve been quiet.

"Ink?"

"You need to be here for this, he owes you that," You didn't know what she meant, but followed her all the same, watching as the grip on her knife didn't lessen. "We don't know if they actually convinced anyone yet, s’not safe.”

You felt lost in your own home.

The cold tile of the gymnasium floor bit into your bare soles as you stepped into the main hall. The air was thick, not with the smell of faint chlorine or wax, but with a sharp, electric tension that made the hair on your arms stand up.

Jimmy Ink, your friend and near sister in arms looked scared.

Scared for you.

Jimmy sat on his bright yellow throne, Jimmy's of all ages standing around him in their riot of colour, a living mural of loyalty.

When he saw you, he looked almost pleased. You weren't supposed to be awake, but he couldn't help but nod at Ink regardless.

"Angel," He breathed. The moment his eyes landed on you barefoot and in one of his shirts, his expression whilst wild, softened into something disturbingly tender. "Come 'ere, up here with me."

You walked forward, your heart hammering against your ribs. Your eyes lose Jimmy for a second, turning to see a different sight entirely.

Josie.

Lou.

Elsie.

Isobel.

They stood clustered together at the bottom of the drained pool in the centre of the room, shaking, faces streaked with tears.

Behind them, the Jim­my's, your friends - Jimmy Jimmy, Jimmy Shite, Jimmy Fox, Jimmy Jones, stood watchful and grim, various weapons in hand.

Your walk continued as you spotted Blair perched on the edge of the pool, hands braced behind her as her legs swung back and forth, a dull and almost bored expression.

“What is going on?” You ask for what felt like the fifth time, your voice coming out quieter than you meant.

For the first time in awhile, fear threaded itself sharp and fast through your chest.

Jimmy laughed softly, delighted, and gestured for you again. He pulls you onto his lap the moment you had reached the steps towards him.

One of his large hands spread across your stomach, a possessive, protective gesture, while the other began to stroke your hair, twisting a lock around his finger.

"Jimmy? Talk to me,” You ask again with more urgency, your voice steady despite the adrenaline. "Why are they in the pool?"

Jimmy let out a low, melodic laugh, leaning his head against yours. "Quite the story actually. Sweet Blair came to me tonight with a rather interesting tale," He clicks his tongue, eye twitching. "Your lovely sisters here felt you were becoming... a bit of a problem."

The scene felt like a bizarre tableau of power and terror. The light from the overhead floodlights hit his dark expression, casting dancing glimmers across the walls. Below him, the empty, deep end of the swimming pool served as a makeshift pit that was only used for one thing.

Death.

Blair didn’t look at you, her eyes trained on the women she had turned in. Just continuously swinging her legs as she sighed.

“She said these girls," He nodded toward the pool as he nuzzles his nose against your head. "Had a plan, that you had to go. Hurt, maimed, killed even, who knows exactly - they won't talk,”

A sob broke from someone below.

Jimmy tilted his head, amused at the sound. "Was already planning on retiring them y'know? I only need you - I know that now, but I cannae have them around knowing they want my future gone, can I?"

He squeezes your stomach at this, voice dropping to a hiss. "Cannae have them touching what's mine, my bride, my pretty little mama."

Jimmy looks back at you, his eyes wide and shimmering with a terrifying, obsessive devotion as he watches you process everything.

You knew the others were upset at the way things had changed, but you didn't think they'd stoop so low.

Murder?

Most of them hadn't even been outside the walls since the virus broke out, yet they wanted to discard you like you were nothing.

But you knew Blair wouldn’t lie about such a thing, the woman had started seeing Jimmy Shite in secret and was already starting to join on supply runs.

Her time as a wife was over, and she was more than happy and willing - she had nothing to lose by protecting you.

"They’re yours now," He whispers, loud enough for the weeping women in the pit to hear. "I’ve given them to you. Your friends are waiting, we can... Cast them out, hell - have 'em kill each other, or..." He trailed his fingers down to your throat.

"Shall we let our friends deal with them? We can make sure they never breathe the same air as you again."

The hall fell into a deathly silence. Even the Jimmy's seemed to hold their breath.

In the pit, Josie looked up, her face a mask of snot and tears, her eyes pleading with you, the woman she had spent weeks plotting against unbeknownst to you.

You felt lost for words.

Death was nothing to you, but never had you been the centre of attention like this. Never had you been the one to plan an execution of people you knew.

Jimmy leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he sees you hesitate. "Tell me, my clever, brave girl. What should we do with them? It's your choice. Your word is law tonight," He kisses your temple, affectionate, trusting. "Either way, they all will be dying tonight, one way or another."

He was testing you.

More sobs echo through the empty pool, Lou screaming about how it was all Josie's idea, Isobel nodding in quick agreement as the brunette tried to plead her case.

"Oh shut it, you lot have been plannin' this shite for weeks," Blair pipes up from her spot in the front row. "Ye wanted to push her from a watch tower, don't act dense now."

More swears are thrown the gingers way as you see the way Jimmy Jones squeezes their bat from behind Lou. They were eager. They were hungry.

You were kind. Their friend. Their family.

Every eye in the room turned to you.

Still the words escape you, and you sit upright in Jimmy's lap, knowing there was only one choice.

"A cast out will just bring infected near us, they’ll be loud.” You murmur, just low enough for Jimmy to hear.

He nods as he listens to your judgement. You felt the shock of the betrayal leaving by the second, replacing with a burning anger.

"Aye, it would," He agrees, continuing to run his nose against your head, inhaling your scent like you weren't currently playing executioner. "Ye could do it yerself if ye like? I know ye like getting your hands dirty. Maybe we watch them kill each other, have 'em put on a show."

Truthfully, the thought did cross your mind. But you knew you were being clouded by the deception and hurt.

"Mercy," You managed to say through gritted teeth, head turning to your husband whose eyebrows furrowed at your words. "Naw like that, get the Jimmy's to do it, quick and thorough."

JImmy's mouth frowns at your choice, but he knew he did say you could decide. He's about to speak when you cut him off again.

"Wait," You peer down, calling out Blair's name. She looks instantly, still looking bored despite her whistleblowing. "Who... Who started all of this?"

Her head peers back down, eyes trained solely on Josie. "Little love here, wanted Shite to fuck up yer tea."

Shite nods at her words, looking between his woman sitting on the pools edge before back to the cowering women in front of him.

"Huh..." You huffed, and you sink further into Jimmy's lap, fury glazed over your eyes as your fists clench. "Then they can make it hurt for her then, make it quick for the rest."

Screams echoed through the hall as the Jimmy's all raise their weapons, blood splattering through the empty pool as you watched from your position on Jimmy's throne.

He just beamed from beneath you, hand playing in your hair as he murmured how he had made the right choice with you.

Your eyes never left the scene in front of you, Jimmy laughing and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you watch the chaos beneath.

“You’re gonna stop drinking that tea of yours too,” He groans softly, rubbing himself against your behind as the screams came now from just one woman’s mouth.

They let Josie suffer, true to your order.

The Jimmy’s took their turns with their weapons as the others quietened down. “You’re gonna stop, and I’m gonna make sure it takes, s’that alright?”

Your attention was stuck too much on the carnage, fists clenched, jaw tight as you didn’t blink.

The other Jimmy’s all grinned from where they stood, some standing with streaks and splatter of blood on their suits.

“Mm, don't fret,” Jimmy pressed another kiss to your neck, pressing you even further into him.

“Gonna make sure you’re full of me, feeling me leak everyday until you’re carrying me everywhere,” He groans again, murmuring more dirty thoughts as if you both hadn’t just ordered the death and torture of a group of women you lived with merely metres from you.