#kalzod

[justiceplague-writing]

Last Line TagGame

Last Line tag game: Tagged by @ssomagni (back in April, apparently I don't ever check my tumblr LOL)

Rules: Make a new post, post the latest line from your current WIP, & tag as many people as there are words. (I'm going to follow Susie's lead and just tag a couple people I know write sometimes)

Last line:

(So I actually have a bunch of WIPs at any given time but here have SEVERAL to make up for the AGES its been since I was tagged)

Irresistible Risks:

Clark brought one hand up to lay over the hand Dru had on his waist, entwining their fingers as he moved, his other hand went up higher, tangling in Bruce's hair as the vigilante bit and sucked on his neck.

Untitled Kalzod #IDFKANYMORE (Krypton Abused Alphas):

Zod's eyes dropped to the ground and Bruce realized that Zod found himself lacking as an alpha, that he had thought that Clark rejected him, hadn't seen him as a worthy mate, confirming Zod's own self-doubt.

Untitled Kalzod #IDFKANYMORE (Krypton Abused Alphas) Rewrite (Suddenly theres like 7 chapters dedicated to Zods life apparently I was up in my feels wasnt this just supposed to be porn):

"I don't want to go through it again," Dru admitted, voice soft. "I hated it, it was terrible. I wanted so much, and I'll never be allowed it. I hate this system. I just want to find someone to love, Jor. I don't want to be forced to give my knot to any omega. I want to love them, I want them to be my mate, to have earned my submission and accepted me as their alpha. Not just… whoever the council pairs me with for my ruts."  

Untitled KalZod #Uh... (KalZod in another alien species' zoo's endangered species breeding program): 

The hand loosened again, as Dru groaned, "We are exploring that reaction next time, brat."

Untitled KalZod Arranged Marriage AU: 

"I-" Ko-Zar reached out and gripped Kal's shoulder, and Dru scowled at the sight, cutting himself off, before restarting. "I think that I shall."

Untitled KalZod, PleasureSlave!Kal: 

"But he knew Zod had other plans, and he surrendered to his Master's will."

His Kal (Not the title JP, find a better title)

This may not have been how Dru imagined caring for his soulmate, he had been hoping to court and woo him in the traditional ways. 

and haha yes these are exactly how theyre named in my docs RN and wow i write a lot of porn

Tagging (with zero pressure!): (fam I dont know anyone's tumblr I can barely keep track of myself)

[bottom-clark]

KalZod Prompt #1

Zod: Kal-El, I will leave Earth alone on one condition.

Clark: And what is that? Because I am not leaving.

Zod: That you kneel before Zod.

Clark: rolls eyes Of course. I am not going to become one of your followers.

Zod: That wasn't the kind of kneeling I meant, Kal. undoes the front of his suit somehow

Clark: O_O Zod: I am superior to the humans in every way here, am I not? You long to be taken like a Kryptonian should I am sure.

[justiceplague-writing]

KalZod Drabble

Just another KalZod Drabble.

Dru didn't know what he had done to deserve this. He had no idea, but he certainly wasn't going to question it, out loud. He just let his hand stroke through the mass of curls atop the head of the naked man that was sprawled, half-over his equally nude body and snoring softly.

He had killed Kal's father, had attempted to kill Kal, had attempted to destroy this world that Kal called home. And yet... Kal had forgiven him. And Dru still wasn't certain why. In Kal's shoes, he'd have killed himself instead of forgiving himself. But Kal wasn't anything like Dru, and had, not only, forgiven the General, but taken him in, and... Loved him.

Years ago, this would have disgusted him. Emotions were messy and annoying. He had preferred quick fucks with other soldiers, hunting for physical relief and running from anything even remotely resembling emotional intimacy.

But now? Now Dru couldn't wait for his Kal to wake, so that he could roll them over and press him into the bed, covering him with kisses and whispers of love and adoration. After all, that was only the least of what his little Rao deserved.

[justiceplague-writing]

KalZod Drabble

May expand it into a full fledged fix at some point. My WIP folder is kinda full though

A/b/o, royalty, Krypton survived AU

Alpha!Kal, Omega!Zod, Feral Zod

(but if you know me you know that Omega Zod doesn't mean submissive, simpering Zod)

It was tradition for an alpha, on the cusp of their first rut, to be given an omega to mate with, to keep as their own.

Kal thought he had made it clear to his father that he had no interest in this tradition. He didn't want an omega. He liked them well enough, but all of the ones he was allowed to associate with, as the heir to the throne, were... Shallow, delicate things. And while he knew the military guild was mostly omegas, he didn't think he'd be given one of them. They were strong-willed, and independent. Not an ideal future consort.

Kal had thought his father understood he'd rather settle with a beta, or another alpha, but he could smell the omega as he stood in front of the door to his room. The omega was in heat, and distressed. Kal couldn't blame them, he was distressed, too.

He had spent the day feeling strangely on edge, and uncomfortably hot, and he just knew he was about to enter his first rut. It was a bit late, he was almost 20, and most alphas had their first right around the time they turned 18. He didn't want a rut, because he didn't want an omega, but his body had other plans, clearly.

Kal could faintly hear the omega snarling and growling through the thick door, and didn't know quite what to make of that. None of the omegas he knew would ever growl, much less snarl.

He opened the door, apprehensive and uncertain. And was only mildly surprised when a body slammed into him, sending him sprawling to the ground. What had surprised him, however, was the glimpse he had gotten of the omega's face before their face was buried in Kal's neck, vicious snarls giving way to content purrs.

After a moment, the omega moved down his body, dragging Kal into the room by his legs.

"Uh... General?" He questioned, keeping his voice soft, worried about setting off the older, clearly feral, Omega again.

"I take it you like your gift?"

Kal looked up, confusion clear on his face, into the smug face of his father, Emperor Jor-El.

"Wha-" Kal tried to ask his father what was going on, but he was cut off by a vicious snarl.

"Mine!" Zod hissed, throwing himself back on top of Kal, and snarling at the older El.

"Do enjoy yourself, Kal, and take care of General Zod, he's been on suppressants and denying himself this since before you were born," Jor waved as he shut the door, trapping Kal in his room with the feral General.