veni, vidi, veci.

jamie tiberia kirk, the greatest captain starfleet's ever seen: also the deadliest. a woman of nightmares and dark pleasures; a skilled melee combatant, genius, tactician and power hungry sadist. interference is paid in blood; insubordination, with lives. it is as they say: the female of the species is deadlier. you could be the king but watch the queen conquer. genderbent!mirror!kirk panfandom/multi-verse tracking: inmyclutches

[inmyclutches]

"--Hm."

[gaveanoath]

  A soft chuckle left him at the leg curling around his hip as he let his hand fall down her side, tracing the edges of the uniform she was wearing before curling beneath her knee to keep her there. His other was tangled in the long curls he’d found in his exploration, each touch a new experience that drove the heat in his chest higher. It wasn’t until his leg slipped higher upon that thigh, and his fingers wrapped around the hilt of a knife strapped carefully to her leg, that he felt a wash of ice race down his veins.

His kiss stilled, along with his form, as he forced him mind to work through the fog it’d found itself in. Someone had spiked his food, that’s what it must’ve been, a hallucinogen that left him unaware of the world around him, and an easy target for those who would do him harm. It seemed he found himself wrapped around a woman, though, rather than a knife’s blade, but it was the familiarity of that hilt that had realization falling through him. 

Kirk.

A scalpel was freed with a flick of his wrist and pressed against the curve of her neck in the breath of a moment as he forced his thoughts to catch up, breathing against her lips a soft, “What the hell’s goin’ on here?"

[inmyclutches]

Oh, this was rich. Though that hormonal high still buzzed in her brain, he was still being a damn wet blanket; him and his morals, his code, or whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. And, of course, whenever there's a chink in the armor, it's automatically her fault, her doing. Not that she blames him from thinking that, but that's definitely besides the point. "What's going on here," She mocked with kiss-swollen lips, before laughing at the absurdity of it all. The knife against her neck caused a hitch her breath, but nothing more.

And here she thought he might not actually have the balls to pull a weapon on her, but she was all for lovely surprises. Knew exactly how to use it too; which arteries to cut, what'll make her - or anyone - bled out in a matter of minutes, with no hope. He's dangerous, something she sometimes forgets. But this is the reminder of that, and it only renews her fire to break him down complete. It's a slow process, but clearly, even this had it's rewards. "You should ask yourself that, McCoy. Or, do you conveniently not remember pulling me into a kiss? I hardly made you get a good old fashioned make out hard-on?"

Jamie's smirking ear to ear, and doesn't bother to remove herself from him, fingers curling into his shirt. "Poor, poor doctor."

[inmyclutches]

gaveanoath replied to your post: He’d been hit with something, the life thrumming through his chest feeling light, and almost…happy. The smile on his face was nearly genuine, and the world around him covered in a haze of excitement and life, until he couldn’t tell what was a hallucination, and what wasn’t. He caught the image of a woman from the corner of his eye, hand snapping out to grasp her wrist and pull her close to him. With a soft chuckle he was capturing her lips with his own, disconnected with what was real or not.

The feathery feeling was starting to leave him, but the warmth wasn’t. The press of lips and tongues entwining making heat curl in the pit of his stomach and with a slow walk he was pressing the woman against the nearest wall, almost…reverently.

Back molding onto the hard surface, her motions are entirely instinctive. A soothing balm of different: passion, however misplaced, in this dangerous world of death and destruction. Nothing seems close enough as she leaves no room between them, drunk on his taste. Perhaps it's been too long since she's had touch of any kind, from a man or woman; but even as this lie breeds in her mind, she knows that is hardly the case. Her chest is heavy, with a lack of proper breathe and primal desire that is threatening to crush her, but it's fantastic and breathing can wait. A low moan escapes, breathed against his mouth, a leg curling around his hip far too suggestively.

[inmyclutches]

He'd been hit with something, the life thrumming through his chest feeling light, and almost...happy. The smile on his face was nearly genuine, and the world around him covered in a haze of excitement and life, until he couldn't tell what was a hallucination, and what wasn't. He caught the image of a woman from the corner of his eye, hand snapping out to grasp her wrist and pull her close to him. With a soft chuckle he was capturing her lips with his own, disconnected with what was real or not.

Of all the things that could occur, she certainly doesn't expect to be kissed.

Threatened, attacked, killed; these are things that go through her mind on a daily basis -- but, random kisses? No, definitely not. But there's no denying the press of a warm mouth on her own, or the familiarity of the weight that is held close. She'd know the smell of bourbon, sterilization, and southern bitterness anywhere. And that's the only thing that keeps her hand from fully slipping to that lovely blade she's got between her breasts.

She responds to the kiss, intending to get as much out of it as possible while he seems to be under this high, assumably unaware of her identity. Feminine fingers slip into his scalp, massaging the skin and gently raking down a strong neck. Best not scare the doctor off, after all. With precision, Jamie raises on her toes slightly to deepen the kiss, wholly out of greed, tongue flicking across his mouth deviously.

[inmyclutches]

also you should totally follow this girl; new blog and all. why not give her a warm, star trek fandom welcome, yeah?

[nesahudgens]

[inmyclutches]

i'll slowly be getting back onto here more. uni has just been crazy. ;w ;

[joneskillian]

[askboxmemes]

Send me half a sentence and I will finish it!

[inmyclutches]

gaveanoath replied to your post: .

//i love you DDDD: *gives you cupid to cuddle*

// squeaks happily and plucks his feathers i mean cuddles. ♥ 

[inmyclutches]

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[maisonlilprairie-deactivated202]

[jessdrawnthatway]

You’ve gotta be KIDDING ME.

[inmyclutches]

Everyone seems to have their heads. Pity.

[msrue]

[inmyclutches]

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[captain-on-thebridge-deactivate]

inmyclutches is on the bridge.

Jenny was having a good time with her crew on the spaceport. The drinks were good and the company was even better. She looked up when she saw another captain approach. 

“Evening, Captain,” she called, taking another sip of her beverage. “Care for a drink?” 

[inmyclutches]

Spaceports.

Seedy in the right places, squeaky thing in the wrong; luckily, there was a good enough medium for Jamie to enjoy herself, without drawing too much attention. Even so, her weaponry was well concealed, just in case a more exciting mood struck the young Empire officer. "Captain," A response with a purr if there ever was one, harmless flirting for the sake of entertainment rather then any real gratification.

"No, I just came here to stargaze -- I'm definitely drinking. Scotch, on the rocks."

[okayophelia]

Archetypes | WOMAN KING

And she speaks in a voice that sets men trembling, with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of those who would challenge her rule. Cults of ascetics dance ecstasies in her honour and write her words in blood across their altars. Her body is a holy temple and her power springs from the divine source of her own terrible will. She is not of mortal flesh, they will whisper, as she wheels on her stallion and screams warchants to the heavens, emerging from battle wreathed in the blood and soil of a new kingdom. She rules with iron fists, with the cracking of cathedrals, with the love and the fear of her vast wild armies. She harbours a sword within her unquiet roaring heart, and with it has carved herself a new space, outside of law or nature or humankind. She is the mother of an empire; she is the mother of herself. Watch her rise.

[inmyclutches]

#archetype series #woman king #she is a force of nature; beyond control; beyond definition almost #men worship at her altar and desire her; but in the way men have always desired the untouchable; the divine #she embodies their aspiration and their fear of the dark glory lurking behind that aspiration #she fights wars like she is praying; and so with every sword swung; with ever banner rippling; with ever bullet shot #they are singing to her #she is the high priestess of a kingdom #and the kingdom is held within her bosom #a woman king will always be greater and more terrible than a king #because she has risen beyond the human level; on the human level she would be a queen not a king #to be king; she transcends her womanhood by transcending even her humanity #she must be iron and shining and alien#she must be the lady of war; the divine; the witching and the unknown #that's it #that's the key #her body and her self must be a space of necessary unknowability #if she was known; she would be human #there must be that beyondness to her #whether it comes from war; from death; from magic; from divinity; from the sheer fact of her being violent better and more beautifully th... #than anything else on earth #a woman king is always a warrior#sometimes it's literal and sometimes it's figurative #but she is always waging war against nature and the encroaching suffocation of civility and society and knowability #so she rises